“They insisted,” Zach whispered, tucking her arm into the crook of his.
As they stopped at the front of the church, one of the staff members stepped out and handed Kaitlin a bouquet.
White roses.
From Sadie’s garden.
It was beyond perfect, and Kaitlin had to blink against the sting of tears.
Lindsay and Dylan took their places, and Zach wrapped an arm around Kaitlin, gathering her close for a private word. “I love you very much, Katie,” he whispered.
“And I love you,” she whispered back, feeling as though her heart might burst wide open.
His tone went husky as he tenderly stroked her cheek, wiping her tears with the pad of his thumb. “Then, let’s take our vows and put this ring on your finger.”
BARBARA DUNLOP
writes romantic stories while curled up in a log cabin in Canada’s far north, where bears outnumber people and it snows six months of the year. Fortunately she has a brawny husband and two teenage children to haul firewood and clear the driveway while she sips cocoa and muses about her upcoming chapters. Barbara loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website at www.barbaradunlop.com.
