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Country Music Today news—Chelsea Lynn, contributor

December 10th—Pass the tissues, ladies, because country music heartthrob Devin McClain is officially off the singles’ market.

The singer/songwriter, named Sexiest Male Artist by this very magazine, married Miss Liberty Masterson, his former bodyguard, in Devin’s hometown of Muddy Gap, Wyoming, over the Thanksgiving holiday.

Vows were exchanged in a private ceremony in front of family and friends.

While the details of the wedding haven’t been publicly disclosed, someone close to the happy couple confirmed the after-party included skeet shooting, karaoke and a wedding dance with music provided by none other than the Wright Brothers Band. The newlyweds planned to honeymoon in Hawaii.

Our sincerest congratulations go out to the couple!

That article wasn’t too bad. Liberty would be happy, and Chelsea had gotten the scoop he’d promised her.

Good thing he’d bribed Miss Maybelle to keep from writing her usual gossipy column for the Muddy Gap Gazette with the down-and-dirty details of their wedding. An invitation-only concert for her seventy-fifth birthday was a small price to pay to keep the most important day of their lives as private as possible.

After unlocking the door, he tossed everything on the table in the hallway. It drove his wife crazy—and how much did he love calling Liberty his wife?—but he pointed out it was called a catchall table for a reason.

He yelled, “Honey, I’m home!”

It was her first day back on the job after their honeymoon. After spending all their time together the past two weeks, he missed her when they were apart for even nine hours. Within a week of moving in together and after he’d spent five long days alone in Nashville, he’d popped the question. It hadn’t been the most romantic proposal in the world, but the end result was the same; now she was his and he was hers.

Liberty sauntered into view and his heart stopped. She wore her favorite ratty ARMY STRONG sweatpants and a Devin McClain concert tour T-shirt. But he barely paid attention to her attire; he was enthralled by the best thing she wore these days: the look of love.

“Hey, guitar slinger. I wasn’t expecting you yet.” She met him halfway and twined her arms around his neck, tilting her head back so he could kiss her.

“I wanted to see how your day went.”

“Good. Except for the smart-ass men I work with spray painted my gym locker pink and wrote Mrs. Hollister in big black letters down the front.”

“I hope you made them pay for that.”

“Damn straight. Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I’m soft.”

Devin tugged her more firmly against his body. “You’re soft in all the right places.”

“And it’s all for you.” Liberty played with his hair. “So now that we’re an old married couple, do you want to watch the news and have a beer in the den until supper is done? Or is that too clichéd?”

“Damn right it’s clichéd. Which is why I’m takin’ you to bed first.” Devin picked her up and raced down the hallway to their bedroom, amid her shrieks of laughter.

Yeah, this married, normal life with her would work out just fine.