Page 54 of Scottish Seducer
She’d once threatened to hire a hit man, but her husband was too nice to even know one, and besides, his hands were as clean as a doctors should be. I waved, “Hello, again.”
When we reached the last couple, resplendent in their royal blue garments, I bowed as Stephanie said, “Prince Kristof and my sister, Nicole.”
Kristof hugged me while my brother across the field tugged at his collar. I winked at Kristof, nodding my head toward my brother, and said, “Lovely to see my brother outclassed once in a while.”
My brother waved for me, and this time, I held Stephanie’s hand and led her.
The wedding would end soon, and our night alone would begin, so I cheered, “Time to open the presents!”
We stood and unboxed items. My brother handed me his gift—a clock, of course. I shook my head and said, “Seems all the traditions have been followed to the letter.”
Next, Stephanie opened Charlotte’s gift of a tea set. Bells rang and we kissed again.
Once we finished and night was starting to show itself, we danced one more The Lang Reel and a slow dance. As we finished the night, Stephanie said, “So I’ve had a proper Scottish wedding now?”
She smelled more floral today. I kissed her cheek and said, “I’ll reward you tonight.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said, and then her lips were on mine.
I didn’t care who saw us. Stephanie was my wife, and when I kissed her, I was the luckiest man in the world.
