“You have it. Papa would be proud.”
Gabi glanced at the ceiling. “I like to think he’s here.”
Val kissed her fingers before offering his arm.
The island courtyard had been fashioned for a wedding. A string quartet started the march, and everyone stood and turned her way.
Gabi matched Hunter’s stare, felt his excitement as much as her own as she approached. Dangerously handsome, Gabriella was selfishly claiming him a second time.
Val placed her hand in Hunter’s before taking his seat.
“You’re stunning,” he said once she was by his side.
“You say that to all the women you’re about to marry.”
He kissed her hand. “You sure this is what you want?”
She felt the eyes of everyone watching them . . . listening to their intimate conversation. “Well, since you refuse to step in front of a bus, and I’m not going to let any other woman have you, this looks like the best option.”
They were both holding back laughter as the priest cleared his throat.
Blake tapped Hunter on the shoulder.
Hunter lifted a hand in the air. “One more thing.”
He leaned in. “I love you,” he whispered right before he kissed her.
They turned toward the priest.
“Ready now?” he asked.
They nodded together.
“Dearly beloved . . .”