A beautiful, love-filled wedding on a gorgeous ranch that was now her home. Her family was close and happy. Soon, she would be on her way to getting her practitioner's license and she had the love of her life holding her so gently it was as if she were a fragile, priceless treasure.
"So," he whispered, "how much longer do you figure we have to stay at this party?"
She smiled up at him. They would be spending their wedding night in the cabin where this had all begun. Tomorrow they were off by private jet for a week in Paris. And then home again to start their lives together. She couldn't wait. Colleen was as anxious as Sage to be alone with him.
"I love that we'll be at the cabin tonight," she told him.
"Me, too. And just think," he said, drawing her close for a hard squeeze, "one day, we'll take our grandkids out there, show them the railing and tell 'em about the day Grandma almost fell off the mountain-but how their strong, brave grandpa saved her, carried her inside and-"
Playfully, she slapped his chest. "We can't tell them that."
He caught her hand in his and kissed her palm. "How about we just tell them that Grandma saved Grandpa that day, too?"
Her heart melted. How was it possible to love a man as much as she loved Sage? And how had she ever lived without that love?
"How about we give the party one more hour?" she asked.
He groaned. "Deal. One hour, then if I don't have you, you'll be married to a dead man."
Colleen hugged him tight and turned her face up to his. "One hour. You can make it."
"For you," he promised, "anything."
Then he drew her onto the dance floor, and as their family and friends cheered, they danced their way into the future.