One other ping.

Want granted. Do I choose a lei? – Love, your Marshall

My Marshall?

Her Marshall. Lei?

Shocked, she re-read that final e-mail and took a second to soak up the phrases. Realization hit and Juniper darted out of the bed room, her costume practically catching on the deal with.

“Marshall,” she tried to not sound breathy as she opened the entrance door to a gust of heat air and the person that stole her each thought and made her physique reply on command.

Wearing a darkish go well with and pink tie that matched the pink flowers on her costume, she raked her gaze over him once more simply to ensure he actually stood there. This time no hat. His hair was neatly parted to the aspect as at all times, the slight waves giving him a Clark Kent vibe.

“Juniper,” he smiled and pulled her into his heat physique, his scent pulling her again to the final time he held her so shut.

Two issues occurred without delay. Her coronary heart hit 100 miles an hour and she or he groaned into his ear.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he murmured near her ear. “I missed you, too.” This time his phrases barely rose above a whisper.

Heat and powerful, he smelled so good. She pressed her nostril to his neck and breathed in as he tightened his maintain.

Every thing inside her calmed. She leaned again and appeared up into his gaze.

This shut she might see each shade of blue in his eyes. “You made it?”

His lips peeled again in a smile that beamed brighter than the hundreds of lights adorning the porch.

He launched his maintain on her and she or he moved again so he might step into the lobby. She stole a look over her shoulder. Good—nobody seen her mad sprint for the entrance door or that Marshall had arrived. She had no less than 5 seconds with the person earlier than everybody descended on them.

“I hope you don’t thoughts that I am early. I’ve left my brothers to deal with the closing of the Masterson deal.” He leaned shut “So right here I’m.” He took her hand and wrapped it round his arm. “We could go meet the household and buddies I’m about to inherit?”

He spoke as if it have been for actual. As if there was no going again after they stated the phrases. Her feelings dipped and swayed and her mind didn’t know what to make of the tone he used. Considered one of certainty, as if what he stated would come to be.

She wished.

She’d heard him use that tone earlier than when coping with purchasers and his enterprise. However what did it imply right here? For her? Them?

Her coronary heart stated it meant perpetually, her mind stated preserve dreaming.

She led the way in which to the sting of the makeshift dance flooring arrange in the midst of the yard. “All people,” she known as and Marshall settled a hand on hers the place it wrapped round his arm. She cleared her throat yet one more time. “All people,” she tried once more and the music lowered as everybody turned her means, “that is Marshall, my fiancé.”

Lots of shocked expressions stared again at her earlier than handshakes and congratulations have been handed round together with a number of again slaps for Marshall, who took all of it in stride.

Jon got here up beside her and wrapped an arm round her shoulder as he shook Marshall’s hand. “I heard you guys have been on the lookout for a spot to get married.”

“You’re right here!” Juniper wrapped her cousin in a decent hug. “You’re a tough man to pin down.”

Gran and Callie joined them.

“Ma’am,” Marshall dipped his head in greeting and took her gran’s fingers in his, “Marshall Blackwood, sorry for any inconvenience this may need induced the household otherwise you. I absolutely didn’t imply to steal the highlight. I do know this isn’t precisely how anybody pictured Juniper’s wedding ceremony, a lot much less her.”

“By no means, cowboy. You’re welcome right here, and my granddaughter is aware of what she is doing.” Gran winked at her as she threaded an arm by Marshall’s. “How about you present me your slow-dancing expertise?”

Juniper could not imagine solely a few days in the past they have been sizzling and heavy on his desk, sofa, window…you identify it. However the dirty-talking cowboy was reserved for under her and their shared non-public instances. Tonight he was the ever-attentive gentleman and she or he liked what she noticed.

“Sure, ma’am.” Marshall tossed her a wink and a smile, leaving her alone with Callie and Jon.

“Are you certain about this?” Jon spoke up beside her. Gran and Mother and little doubt Callie had crammed him in on every thing by now.

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