Page 164 of Butter My Biscuit

“My wife,” I whisper.

“My husband,” she says back as I bring her up, kissing her the entire way. “You’re mine, Harrison.”

“Forever.” I draw an X over my heart and grin.

Everyone stands, applauding us, and we turn around, holding our interlocked fingers in the air.

“We did it,” she whispers.

“You did promise me you’d be my forever princess when we were six,” I tell her.

She snorts. “I always keep my promises to you.”

“I want my five hundred dollars back,” Beckett yells across the way to Cash, and I burst into laughter.

London starts strumming “Tennessee Whiskey”. Her voice is fucking perfect for this song, and when I pull Grace into my arms, I see the goose bumps form.

“Wanna dance?” I ask Grace.

“We are,” she says, slipping off her shoes, and then she smiles wide at London, who shoots her a wink.

Grace dances with me barefoot as the stars appear in my parents’ backyard. It really doesn’t get any better than this. I spin her around and then bring her back to me.

“That dress, goddamn,” I whisper.

She laughs, then looks up at me. “We’re married.”

I kiss her, resting my hand on the top of her perfect ass. “And nobody had a heart attack,” I say, just as my parents dance by us, laughing.

Mom shakes her head. “I told you no more surprises at weddings or you were gonna be in big trouble.”

I glance at Grace. “It was her idea.”

“You’re just gonna rat me out like that?” she asks.

I spin her around, bringing her back close for another kiss. She looks up at me with stars in her eyes, and I smirk.

I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Keep it up, and we might have to go to the tree house.”

Her head falls back on her shoulders. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

Kinsley dances over toward us. “I knew you two were up to something.”

“Nah,” I say with a laugh as the song ends.

“I’ll be right back,” Grace says, then points to her sister and her dad.

I give her a nod, then bring my attention back to Kinsley as Beckett comes over. He pulls me into a strong hug, and Emmett walks up.

“Well, stranger. Nice to see you.”

“I’ve been so busy with the cattle lately. I don’t have a life. Going to stop being a recluse though,” he says. “Didn’t realize how fast shit had changed with you and Grace. Congrats, dude.”

“Wild, isn’t it?” Beckett says with a laugh. “Still not used to it. But I’m getting there.”

Grace returns back to me, smiling wide, and I’m sure she knows she was the center of conversation. Hell, she always is. I glance around, my eyes scanning over the backyard, and see the tree house. I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Want to escape with me?”

“Yes,” she says.

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