“I can’t say that,” Zac yelled back.
“Why not? It’s the truth. You’re too damn noble to—”
“Jesus, Macie, do you ever shut up?” Zac’s voice echoed off the rolling hill. “It’s not the truth. I love you, too. Feel better?”
“Yes,” Macie shouted. The words hit her like a jackhammer in the chest and she stumbled back. Zac’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. Her entire body heated and she could barely ask, “What’re you doing?”
Zac trailed his fingers down her cheek. “This,” he whispered before pressing his lips to hers.
“It’s about damn time,” Lauren shouted. “Now get back here so we can finish our photos. You’ll have time to kiss and make up later.”
Macie and Zac broke away from each other.
“You mean it?” Macie asked. She needed to hear it one more time to believe it.
“That I love you? Yes,” Zac said before planting another quick kiss on her cheek. “And that I still want to kill you? That, too.”
Macie laughed as they walked back toward the wedding party. “Well, let’s just take that aggression out in the bedroom.”
“Or in my car at the reception.”
“If we even make it out of the building.”
Zac laughed, lifting Macie off her feet and spinning her around. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
“I hope to for a very long time.”
EPILOGUE
Lauren fake sipped her champagne. It barely touched her lips, but she was determined not to let any of it down her throat. Just the thought of a baby growing inside her made her heart race and her cheeks warm. She had The Glow.
Ford kissed her cheek as he sat beside her.
“Hey,” she said, not taking her gaze off the dancing couple in front of them. The DJ changed the song to YMCA, which got the crowd really going, but the couple didn’t let go of each other as they swayed.
Ford nudged her arm. “You ever going to tell them?”
Lauren laughed, louder than she intended.
“What?” Ford lifted his champagne flute to his lips and drained the glass.
“Tell them what? That we knew they were each other’s pen pal?” Lauren raised her eyebrows and stared at her new husband. “Are you insane? They’d never talk to us again.”
“Well, to be fair, we didn’t know until the end of the semester when you moved the app to a different server. They were the only two active accounts.” Ford smiled, then glanced at her champagne flute. He raised an eyebrow. “Not in the mood to celebrate?”
Lauren leaned in and pressed her lips against his. “I’m in the mood to celebrate in a different way, husband.”
“Then let’s start the honeymoon, wife.”
Also by Lynn Stevens
Roomies
Westland University Series
Full Count
Game On
Just One... Series
Just One Summer
Girls of Summer Series
Extra Innings
LYNN STEVENS FLUNKED out of college writing her first novel. Yes, she still has it and no, you can't read it. Surprisingly, she graduated with honors at her third school. A former farm girl turned city slicker, Lynn lives in the Midwest where she drinks coffee she can't pronounce and sips tea when she's out of coffee. When she's out of both, just stay away.
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