Page 167 of Wingwoman
“They didn’t like my new songs. Any of them. So I left.”
“But… the rescue. Your ranch—”
“I found a new label and they love these songs. They love every new song. The ones about riding. About my mom. I even wrote one about Cash as per your suggestion,” he added, laughing. My heart tightened at the sound and how much I loved that dimple on his cheek and smile spreading across his full lips. “But most of all, they loved the songs aboutyou.”
I didn’t pull away as his hand at my jaw slid down to my bare neck, grasping me tighter, pulling me in closer. “You wrote a song about me?”
“I wrote multiple songs about you. About this heart. These eyes. These lips—”
“Rosehip lips and a neroli oil neck?” I offered, my eyes darting around to the dozens of photographers snapping pictures of every second of our reunion.
“That’s right. My wingwoman… who ended up being my woman. The only question left is if you want me to be your man?”
I took a deep breath, looking back at the entrance to the wedding venue. My family was piled around the door, all watching. I hadn’t even realized how much our audience had grown. But everyone was there, even my dad and Viv with their backs to each other so they weren’t actually ‘seeing’ each other before the wedding.
“Baby girl!” Viv called out. “If you don’t kiss that cowboy right now, one ofusjust might!”
“Speak for yourself,” Neil muttered beside her.
I laughed, dropping my forehead to Josh’s chest. I never imagined happiness like this. Family like this.
He pulled back, his gaze sweeping over me. “Your outfit is missing something, you know…”
From his pocket, he pulled out his mother’s necklace. The one I had left behind the night I left his house.
“May I?”
I nodded, my breath hitching at the feel of his fingers brushing my neck as he clasped the necklace onto me.
I brushed my fingers to the turquoise stone resting at juncture of my clavicle. “Several weeks ago, you said if my dad and Vivian can make it, then we can too…”
Josh’s gaze shifted quickly to my dad, then back to me. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
“I think it’s safe to say they’ve made it.” I pushed onto my toes, pressing my smile against his.
“I dunno,” he muttered against my lips. “They haven’t said I do yet—”
“Shut up and kiss me, cowboy.”
And that was just what he did.
Epilogue
JOSH
A year later…
I made my way up to the bridal suite and with a closed fist, I gently tapped my knuckles to the heavy wood door.
“Who’s there?” Hope sang from within the walls.
“Just me,” I said.
On the other side, I heard some rustling, then after a click, the door creaked open. “Hey, you.” She beamed at me, leaning against the door.
A growl tore from my throat.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, my gaze trailing over the lavender silk dress that hugged every inch of her tight curves. Her smooth skin, now more tanned after living a year in Texas with me, nearly glistened and a few caramel colored freckles dotted across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. “You have no right looking this damn good at your sister’s wedding.”
