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She wipes the tears that are trickling down her face before pulling me in and kissing me softly. I peck her lips again as she pulls away.
“So, does this mean that you forgive me?” I ask hopefully.
She ignores me and asks, “Well, how am I going to read it?”
I takes out rolled up copy from my back pocket and hand it to her.
“Wow, you’ve thought of everything didn’t you?” she asked. I didn’t respond knowing that it was a rhetorical question.
“Whitney, I truly am sorry for letting my own insecurities get the better of me. My reaction has less to do with you and more to do with my own fears of being used then rejected. I’m sorry for not supporting your successes. Penny is right to help her love ones succeed. If you give me another chance, I promise to become your biggest supporter, even bigger than Penny. I won’t disappoint you again.”
Whitney wipes more tears from her eyes.
"I don't think anyone can be a bigger supporter of me than Penny,” she says.
“Then I’ll make it my life’s mission to prove to you that I am your number one fan and your biggest supporter.” I give her a warm grin, pull her close and kiss her on the head. “Plus, Penny is Parker’s number fan. She can’t be the number one fan to two people.
Whitney lets out a small chuckle.
I smile to myself.
“Alright, I forgive you, but on one condition.”
“Anything.”
“We’re going dancing at Foggy’s, since we didn’t get to dance together at your birthday party.”
I smile at her and plant passionate kiss on her lips.
“I’d take you dancing in a derelict old barn if it means that you forgive me.”
“That can be arranged.”
I roll my eyes as she wraps her arms around me in a hug.
Chapter Thirty
Epilogue - Whitney – One Year Later
Weshuffleoutofthe bridal suite, breathless from our tryst on the sofa. And the counter. And the piano. Actually, we were quite busy in there.
“Ready to get back in there, Mrs. Gould?” Grayson asks, winking at me.
“Ready, Mr. Gould,” I respond, smiling.
It seemed only fitting that we sneak away from our own wedding for some passionate sex in the bridal suite, since we did the same thing at Penny’s wedding. Keep the tradition strong and all that.
“So, do you think that was better or about the same as the first time?” he asks, threading his fingers between mine.
“Hmm.” I pretend to think, tapping my chin with a finger forcefully. “About the same, I reckon.”
“The same?!” Grayson stops me in my tracks, gazing at me in shock. “That just won’t do! We have to go back and do it again.”
He sweeps me off my feet, cradling me in his arms, and is about to carry me back to the bridal suite when the photographer flags us down.
“There you two are! I’ve been — wait, stay just like that. Big smiles! Aw, that’s the sweetest picture I’ve ever taken. But, I’ve still been looking for you two for the better half of an hour! We need to get pictures done!”
Grayson puts me down and groans as the photographer ushers us down the stairs of our gorgeous venue. I know he hates having to do all the stuffy pictures, but we paid for an incredible photographer, and I told him that having great wedding pictures was extremely important to me.
