Pucking Ever After (Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)

by Emily Rath

“I just wanted one thing to go right,” she whispers, closing her eyes. I step closer. “Well, no matter how it happens, by the end of the day, you and I will be married…again,” I add. “I’d say that’s the only thing that needs to go right today. Honestly, I don’t care where we do it.” She sighs, glancing longingly out the window. “I just really had my heart set on the beach wedding,” she admits. “I know you did, baby.” “We met on the beach. We stood in that surf, and everything changed.” I nod. “Yeah, it did.” She turns to me, her beautiful face framed in the white of that veil that’s leaving me feeling breathless. “And then the night of the turtle gala…that horrible night with Troy…I found you on the beach. I ran to you.” Heart in my throat, I nod again. “You did.” “I ran home to you, Ryan. The beach is where I found you, and it’s where I made you mine. I want to commit myself to you where the surf meets the sand. I wanna get married on the beach.” I close the distance between us, taking her hands in mine. “Then let’s do it. Tess, baby, I’ll walk into that thunderstorm right now and marry you.” She blinks, tears in her eyes. “You would?” “Hell, yeah.” I cup her face, pressing closer. “When are you gonna learn that there is literally nothing I wouldn’t do for you?”