Page 110 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

Inursed a glass of whiskey as I leaned against a sturdy tree, watching my bride chat with all of the wedding guests.

We’d been married under a shade tree at a back-country location in San Diego County, a compromise that had suited the two of us.

I’d wanted a gigantic formal wedding.

She’d wanted to get married with absolutely no fanfare and very few guests.

We’d ended up finding this location that was less formal, embraced the outdoors, but was still high-end.

We’d lucked out with great weather, not too hot, which was fortunate because I was wearing a tux.

I’d agreed to keep it small, with closer friends and family.

She’d agreed to a wedding planner, a caterer, and letting me hire one of our designers to make her the perfect dress.

Fuck!She looked stunning in her A-line empire gown that fit her perfectly. She’d nixed wearing pure white because she said it leeched the color from her skin. Instead, she’d chosen an ivory color with accents of baby blue, embroidered with just enough crystals to make her look like she sparkled in the sunlight.

She’d gotten her makeup and hair done professionally, and I loved the fact that she left her hair down in a similar style to the one she’d chosen for the charity gala.

My eyes swept over her again, and they landed on the ring on her finger.

Mostly, she looked like she was mine right now, which made me a very happy man.

A lot had happened in the last six months.

Shelby’s popularity had grown enormously, her cookbook was a huge success, and she was already planning the next one.

We’d visited Montana again two months ago, and she’d banished all of the ghosts of what had happened to her there. Thank fuck that it had been an uneventful trip this time.

Last Hope had run a few missions since Shelby had found out about the organization. She’d dropped in to cook every single time, and everyone had been so thankful for a good meal after the op was over that our group would probably complain incessantly if she wasn’t with me on every mission.

And me? Hell, I was still an asshole, but I was probably the happiest asshole that ever existed.

I’d changed some, but that was all because I was with a woman that made it impossible to look at the world the same way I had before I’d met her.

I watched her as Shelby started to look around, and I knew she was looking for me.

My chest got tight simply from knowing that she’d search me out in a crowd, just like I’d always be looking for her.

Her eyes lit up the moment our gazes locked. She smiled that radiant, dimple exposing grin that always made me feel humbled that she belonged to me.

It always would.

My instincts were always right, and my gut told me that there was never going to be a day that I took this woman for granted.

“What are you doing over here all by yourself,” she asked when she arrived by my side.

“Watching you,” I said honestly before I drained my glass and put it on a nearby table. “It’s one of my favorite hobbies.”

I wrapped my arms around her, and she wound her arms around my neck as she said, “It was such a beautiful wedding. Thank for such a perfect day.”

There it was. The gratitude again.

Hell, I wasn’t going to complain because I was feeling pretty damn grateful myself right now.

I actually understood that feeling now.

She continued, “Everyone I love is right here in the same place.”

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