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“I didn’t forget it.” Liam shook his head. “I’ve been waiting far too long to make this woman mine, and death sure as hell isn’t going to keep me from her.” His grin widened when Jamison’s bottom lip began to tremble. “This is my solemn vow.”
“Uh, okay.” Abe shifted to face Jamison. “It’s your turn, Jamison.”
Abe ran through the vows for Jamison to repeat, and just as Liam had, she omitted the until death do us part line. Crying when finished, she spoke the last part loud and clear.
“This is my solemn vow.”
“Then by the power vested in me as soon as the County Clerk’s office opens,” Abe said, closing his notebook. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the...oh, my God, Jamison. Let me finish!”
Falling into Liam’s arms, Jamison kissed her husband like they’d already lived a thousand lives together. Like this moment was just the next chapter in a story they would never stop writing.
Applause broke out, and as everyone cheered, Rowan caught Annabeth's gaze. They would be the next to stand under the Marriage Oak. The next to swear their eternal love for one another right here at Haven House.
Life with her would never be dull. It would be a loud existence mixed with soft moments just for the two of them to enjoy. It would be tackling the tough days together, battling frustrations and roadblocks they might never see coming. It would be loving each other without an end in sight.
But for the most part, it would be enchanting.
With Annabeth Howard—here in the world of Haven House—life would forever beenchanting.
And he couldn’t wait for their story to start.
Chapter 49
“Can you pass me my coffee, Mrs. Cohen?”
Perched on the hood of her father’s Range Rover, Jamison handed Liam the coffee they had picked up in the drive-thru on their way to the courthouse. “Here you go, my dearly beloved husband.”
Eating a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich, her father groaned. The County Clerk’s office wouldn’t open for another half hour, and they were having breakfast in the parking lot while they waited. “In a week, no one’s going to want to be around you two if you keep this up.”
“A week? Try an hour,” Carter scoffed as he scanned the empty parking lot behind a pair of sunglasses. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
Crossing her legs, Jamison smoothed the short skirt of her wedding dress down on her thighs. She didn’t want to flash anyone after all. Well, no one except Liam. “What do you mean?”
“Liam. Married.” Carter shrugged. “Back in the day, he was a known—”
“Nice guy who only dated a few girls.” Liam interrupted before taking another sip of his coffee. “Swear to God.”
Jamison was already well aware of his dating history, but figured this show of chastity was for the benefit of her father. “Sure, okay.”
“Promise.” He kissed her, tasting like caffeine. “I was an angel.”
“Not to change the subject,” her father said, brushing crumbs from his shirt, “but Will told me about Sinclair’s journals. I’d like to read them.”
Liam’s smile faded, his dark gaze dropping to the pavement. “There’s a lot in there, Ben. Not all of it is hard to hear, but some passages are... disturbing. The loss of CeCe broke Michael Sinclair in ways we’re still trying to understand. And, of course, the tumor didn’t help.”
“He saw Mama,” Jamison blurted out, unable to keep it in. She and her father didn’t hide from the tough stuff. That was their lifetime deal. “Sinclair would come to Haven’s graveyard and hallucinate while there. He said he saw CeCe and other…people. One of them was Mama, and he called her Laura Jean Fairweather.”
Not saying anything for a long minute, her father surprised them all and smiled. A real smile, where his dimples popped out and everything. “He called her Laura Jean Fairweather? I can’t recall anyone ever,” he shook his head as he laughed, “using Fairweather as her last name, but it sounds good.”
“Michael knew about the necklace.” She might not have told Liam when she scrubbed the mentioning of her mother’s emerald necklace from public record, but her father knew. Benjamin Fairweather made a point of knowing every last detail about the people he loved. “Michael said when Mama appeared to him, she wore all white and had a glowing green thing around her neck.”
“Hmm.” Her father’s gaze shifted to a distant point behind her. “Any other interesting things in the journals?”
Liam went over the details they had obtained, and his frustration at not having the full picture began to show again. “CeCe’s journals will probably fill in the gaps, and Sinclair left them in a storage unit we can easily break into, but, according to his final journal, he left a few of CeCe’s early journals hidden at Haven House. I’m sure they’re outside the house and probably in the graveyard, but we can’t just start digging up graves.”
The mention of the graveyard got Carter’s attention. “Why do you think the graveyard? I saw the file, Liam. Sinclair would’ve gone wherever he wanted on that property.”
Jamison carefully sipped from her coffee, not wanting to spill anything on the dress. “CeCe is there, and his clues point there.”
