Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 142

"It was an effort. But we'll be back before you know it and you can call if you need anything." I'm also happy she won't be alone.

She pats me on the shoulder again, smiling fondly as she checks the time on her phone.

"Come, dear. We can't be late for your vows." Standing, I pull her into a hug impulsively. "Thank you for being family, Mom," I whisper.

"Oh, hush. It's my honor. If you really want to show your appreciation, I'll let you do it with more grandbabies—when you're ready, of course." The impatient note in her voice makes me giggle.

And we laugh together as she pats my hair, styled in long curls, with a clumsy hand.

I don't think anyone who ever lived felt more privileged than I do, standing across from Patton, trying not to go numb.

He's in his full princely glory today.

This man is illegally, devilishly handsome in a navy suit that matches his eyes so well it should be impossible.

And when he grins at me, his thumb moving over the back of my hand, I almost detonate.

If I didn't know any better, I might think his eyes are a little shinier than usual.

The riverboat sways gently under us.

What better place for us to say our vows? Here on the water, under the gentle early summer sun, our love comes full circle.

And I hope this evening ends with the same explosive finish as our very first night.

Arlo, giddy with excitement, skips forward with two rings in a tiny wicker basket, handing them to the pastor before he gives me the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face.

His blue suit matches Patton's, complete with a kiddie clip-on tie, a sweet touch that nearly brings me to tears.

Breathlessly, I hold out my hand for him to slip the ring on. His eyes are sharp as his fingers caress mine, sending heat skittering down my spine.

Even as we're getting married, I want him more than I can breathe. My turn now.

I take Patton's platinum ring, the inside etched with our initials like my dress, and I slide it over his finger, binding us forever.

He's mine.

I'm his.

We belong to each other in every way.

I want to scream it from the rooftops as I stare up into his eyes and see the love, the heat, the softness that waits for me there.

Home isn't a place after all.

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