Noah, to my utter surprise, leans down and kisses me right on the lips. Murmurs float above the crowd, intermingling with a few high-pitched whistles. Noah straightens and announces, “Hi, everyone. My name’s Noah Ashley Prewitt. I’m from Tuscaloosa, Alabama, twenty-nine years old, have a steady but flexible career, and I’m willing to relocate to Whitney so that you can keep your Esme close. I love her. She’s my world. I promise to cherish her, protect her, and take care of her until the Good Lord sees fit to split us apart.” Then under his breath, he sighs. “Again.”
