33. Rosie

Chapter Thirty-Three

Rosie

One year later

I smoothed my hands over my dress, nervous energy coursing through me. I reached up to adjust my hair. Fiona stopped behind me, resting her hands on my shoulders.

"You're already married. Just thought I might point that out," she said gently. When I met her gaze in the mirror, her lips curled in a small smile.

"You know what's crazy?" I asked.

"Uh, no," she said slowly.

"Wyatt and I got our marriage license in Vegas before we got drunk. You can't be obviously intoxicated, or they won't give you a license."

Her brows arched up. "Really?"

"It was a dare. I honestly didn't think we'd go through with it."

"Aren't you glad you went through with it?" Fiona asked as I turned away from the mirror.

"Absolutely."

"I have to say, you two are pretty good at keeping a secret."

I snorted a laugh. "No, we're not. Rhys knew the whole time."

Fiona rolled her eyes. "Rhys knows many things, I suspect." She studied me, her gaze sobering. "You look beautiful."

I smoothed my hands over my dress again. Wyatt and I were having an actual recommitment ceremony. We'd been married for a whole year now. Some days, I wondered why I hadn't grabbed that chance after our week together. I didn't recognize what we had then.

I took a shaky breath. McKenna came striding into the dressing room. She rested her hands on her hips. "You look amazing but nervous. You're already married. That might help with the nerves," she pointed out.

Fiona grinned over at her. "I just reminded her of the same thing."

"Is everything okay?" McKenna asked. "Are you and Wyatt falling apart, and you're just hiding it really well like you hid your wedding in Vegas?"

Her sarcastic question knocked me out of my anxiety, and I burst out laughing. "No! Everything is good. Really good. I just don't like being the center of attention. In fact, I hate it."

McKenna studied me for a beat. "You deserve to be celebrated." She swept into motion, herding me out of the dressing room and into the hallway. "Wyatt is already up front."

This whole thing had been Wyatt's idea. He'd told me that, even though we had a party to celebrate, he wanted to make sure I knew how important I was to him, so he wanted to do it all over.

Fiona's calming presence helped me as I waited. We were having the ceremony outside at the harbor. As Wyatt had declared, "Church, or whatever. All that matters is you and me."

Moments later, I walked through the aisle between groups of chairs to where McKenna had created a beautiful arch of fireweed flowers twined together. A breeze gusted off the harbor. Wyatt was waiting, and when he turned to face me, my heart cracked wide open. Even now, a full year into this, I still got butterflies when I saw him. I was a little breathless as I met his eyes. His smile unfurled slowly, and my belly flipped. Tingles radiated through me, and I had to blink back tears when I stopped in front of him.

Thank God for friends. McKenna whisked the bouquet out of my hands. Wyatt's hands closed around mine, his grip warm and steadying. He didn't even wait to kiss me. He dipped and brushed his lips over mine, lingering for a moment before he lifted his head.

"I couldn't wait," he whispered.

Griffin chuckled from where he stood behind him.

Wyatt's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. I told myself I would remember our vows this time because all I remembered from our first wedding were bits and pieces. Wyatt's eyes held mine throughout the ceremony, his gaze never wavering. When he said, "I do," my heart pounded with resounding beats, a sensation of openness and joy rushing through me.

He squeezed my hands when I made my promises to love him always, in all ways. Our second kiss was lingering. By the time he lifted his head, I was hot all over and completely breathless. I surprised myself when I felt tears hot on my cheeks, but he stepped close and pulled me into his arms.

"I love you, sweetheart," he murmured in my ear. Yet again, he grounded me, reminding me of everything we had together.

When I leaned back, I heard McKenna's voice from behind me. "Jesus, you two will have to get a room. Oh, wait a minute, you already have a house together. Well, clearly, marriage agrees with you."

Wyatt smiled over at her. "It does."