Page 115 of Own the Eights Gets Married
“And what’s that?” she asked, forgetting the group gathered around them.
She stared up at this man, who’d changed everything for her. When she’d met him, their lives had collided like a tornado crashing into a tsunami. But no matter what life put in their path, they always found their way back to each other. The obstinate eight and the perfect ten, who once were ready to claw each other’s eyes out, had found a love ready to last a lifetime.
He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her palm.
“The most important thing. Something I’ll guard and protect every day for the rest of our lives. Your heart, Georgiana. Your beautiful, caring, cardigan-wearing, sixty-nine-loving, vegan-chocolate-chip-cookie-eating, book-obsessed heart.”
She could hear her mother and the rest of the group chattering away, reminding them they needed to get moving and that the guests were waiting.
But none of it mattered.
Not the cake or the flower arrangements or the twinkling lights.
While all that would certainly be wonderful, this would be the moment she’d carry with her for the rest of her life.
Here, on the sidewalk, standing next to a pest control van with her fiancé wearing her garter over his eyes. This was the location where she’d surrender her heart to the person who knew it best and loved it the most.
