“And you remember…” He broke off for another kiss. I leaned in for more, but he squirreled away.
“That you’re a terrible shot.”
Another kiss. Silencing me.
“And that contract you failed to uphold is still flying in the wind.”
Kiss.
“Completely intact.”
“No, it’s—” I began as his mouth came down once more on mine, our grinning lips making it almost impossible to actually do the deed.
He moved his lips to my cheek, kissing his way down to my ear while I sucked in a ragged breath, the hair on my arms standing straight up. “So thenIgrab my rifle…”
Another kiss along my jawline.
“A double barrel.”
Kiss.
“Somuch harder to shoot?—”
Another obnoxiously sexy kiss to quiet my very loud protest.
“And fire off a shot.”
Kiss.
“From the hip.”
When he had me deliriously drunk on Jake and kisses, he pulled back, warmth and humor radiating from him as he met my gaze. “And I blast it to bits.”
His lips found mine again, where this time they stayed. Words were no longer needed. His hands found my hips, hoisting me up while my legs wrapped around his waist, tulle and white fabric spilling out everywhere. He began slowly walking us toward his cabin.
After years of chasing something, we’d finally found it…together.
EPILOGUE
TWO YEARS LATER
Layne: You’re all invited to breakfast at our house this Saturday. 9am. Please do not respond to this message. A simple thumbs up if you can make it will suffice.
Kelsey: We’ll be there!
Tessa: Same with us!
Layne: Why do I even try?
Tessa: Should we name this new text thread? So Layne never misses an update?
**two hours later**
Layne: Don’t you dare.
Kelsey: He hasn’t been stuck in all caps for a long time. This demands respect.
*Marten Family Saturday Breakfast*