He sat forward then, his hand turning to hold on to hers. “No apologies, Kylee. I hurt for what you’re going through—”
“And I hurt you by shutting you out,” she interrupted.
His green eyes, heavy-lidded as they were, peered into hers.
Her heart was hammering as she searched for the right words. “I know what I want—”
“I know,” he said, his hand tightening on hers. “I might not want you to go, but I’ll support you. Doesn’t mean I’m giving you up, Kylee. If you and Shawn decide there’s room for me, I bet Montana could use another vet.”
“You’d do that?” she whispered, stunned once more by the love of this man.
He nodded, his gaze sweeping her face.
“You’re what I want, Fisher. Here, in Stonewall Crossing.” She was instantly pulled into his lap, his heavily muscled arms holding her against his broad chest. “I love you.”
“I love you.” He stared down at her. “And everything’s going to be okay.”
She nodded, running her fingers down his cheek. “I know.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned. “Good.”
She tugged his head down to hers, brushing her lips against his. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, kissing her again.
“For loving me, as I am. And Shawn.” She hesitated. “I want to stay, Fisher, but I worry about Jesse—about putting you and your family at risk.”
“If he comes, we’ll deal with it. I won’t let you down, I promise you. We’re strong together. Me, you and Shawn. We’re a family, Kylee.” Fisher cupped her cheek. “If you want to be...”
“It’s all I want. I couldn’t leave, Fisher. I can’t let you go,” she said softly.
Fisher pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Then don’t, Kylee. Just hold on to me, love me and know I’m never letting you go.”
Epilogue
“All happening so quick, people are gonna think this is a shotgun wedding,” Cutter said, patting the hand she’d placed on his arm.
“Maybe it is,” she whispered, kissing the old man’s cheek. She and Fisher had yet to tell the rest of the family that there would be a new member of the Boone family. Annabeth and Ryder’s twins were only a few weeks old and she didn’t want to steal their thunder.
Their baby hadn’t been planned, but Fisher’s unfiltered excitement had chased away her anxiety. Even Shawn was thrilled. He didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl, as long as he got to teach them to draw. Listening to the two of them discussing baby names, Fisher’s mission to read every maternity book ever written, and how soon was too soon to get the baby a pony made it impossible not to be delighted. And so she was. She was going to be a wife and, in about six months, she was going to be a mother.
“Well, now, we best get a move on then,” Cutter smiled. “A baby.”
“A secret I’d appreciate you kept—for now,” she said, squeezing his hand.
He snorted, leading her out the back doors of the Lodge and down the steps to the large deck. Cutter wasn’t the fastest escort but she didn’t mind. She needed plenty of time to navigate the stairs without tripping on the hem of her white lace wedding dress or the length of her veil.
She felt like a princess, surrounded by lanterns, candles and thousands of white twinkling lights. Renata had outdone herself, transforming the space into something truly magical. And there, waiting for her, was her Prince Charming.
The look on Fisher’s face took her breath away. He loved her. He was proud of her. And he thought she was beautiful. And he let her know it every single day.
Shawn was at his side, the only groomsman. He hadn’t liked the idea of giving her away. Instead, he’d wanted to wait for her with Fisher—since the three of them were now a family. It was kind of hard to argue with his logic, so they hadn’t.
“You treat her right or I’ll hunt you down,” Cutter said, placing Kylee’s hand in Fisher’s.
“I will,” Fisher said, chuckling.
All she saw was Fisher. His steady green gaze