His mama and Lenora tittered. “You’re a good boy, Quinn.”
“Nah, I’m just really good at faking it.” He turned to Adam. “Get to the altar, man. It’s time.”
Time. The moment he’d been waiting for since Jules agreed to take him back. He knew she’d been unsure about it at first, but he never wavered. He wanted her. He wanted to be here. Nothing was going to change that—not now, not ever. And things slowly settled down. He got a job working with Daniel on the Rodriguez farm and started renovating his house. Jules moved in after six months, and here they were, a year later, about to make this thing truly official.
He’d never thought he could be so happy.
The music started, the groomsmen and bridesmaids walking down the aisle. There was Quinn walking with Aubry, who looked like she’d rather chew off her own arm than touch him. And Daniel with their other cousin Jamie.
And then the music changed, and there she was. His entire world narrowed down to where Jules stepped out into the aisle, her gaze going directly to him and staying there, her big, beautiful smile striking straight to the heart of him.
Quinn nudged him. “Breathe, man.”
Adam inhaled, not realizing he’d been holding his breath. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Jules made her way to him, her dress—a princess dress was what she called it—trailing behind her. She looked like something out of a dream, but she could have been wearing a potato sack for all he cared. She handed her bouquet off to Aubry and took his hands. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
The pastor started speaking, but it might as well have been Latin. Nothing else mattered but the woman standing before him and the vows they repeated. Vows promising forever, through thick and thin. Vows making it official—he was hers and she was his. He’d heard of idiots getting cold feet at making a promise like that, but Adam had never been more sure of anything in his life.
“You may kiss the bride.”
He swept her into his arms and dipped her down into a kiss while their family and friends cheered. He set her back on her feet. “Hello, Mrs. Rodriguez-Meyer.”
“Hello, Mr. Meyer.” She grinned. “Shall we do this thing?”
“We shall.” He offered his elbow to her and they walked back down the aisle, husband and wife. From there it was another blur to the limo until the door shut between them and everyone else.
She stretched her feet out. “Whew, that was crazy. Are you going to think less of me if I kick off my heels and take to the dance floor during the reception? These things are killing my feet.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He pulled her into his lap. “I love you so much, it just blows my mind.”
“Good.” She kissed him. “Because I love you more.”
“Bullshit.” He dipped his head and captured her earlobe between his teeth, biting gently. “And you’re going to pay for saying so.”
“Oh, yeah? How do you plan on doing that?”
His hand was already on the back of her dress, seeking out her zipper. “I have a few ideas.”
“Adam! We can’t.”
“Sugar, I already told the driver to take the long way around.”
Her laugh warmed him to the very bottom of his soul. “You dog.”
“You better get used to it.” He slid her dress down, freeing her breasts. “Because you’re not getting rid of me.”
“I love you.” She gasped when he leaned her back, careful of her perfectly done-up hair. “I love you so much.”
“I know, sugar. I love you, too. I’m about to show you just how much.”