Page 110 of See It Through
Her fingers flexed on my chest. “I don’t think I am either. I was testing it out, but it didn’t feel great. Still, I’m sure we can work something out with Caleb if you’re mad for Dynamite.”
“Dynamite’s a good boy, but I think he’s firmly attached to the Kelly ranch. What if we start fresh?”
“I would love that.” She laid her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around me.
I had to close my eyes, inhale the scent of her hair, to feel the solid weight of her leaning against me. I’d been a hairsbreadth from losing this and the heavy knowledge of that had struck me in quiet moments like this over the past couple weeks.
Then, Hannah laughed, bringing me back to reality, where my woman was beautifully alive, colorful, and free.
“You’re right, Remington. Therearefucking ice cubes in this water. I think my toes now have frostbite. Get me out of here.”
Grinning, I lifted her off her feet and carried her onto solid ground, where I collapsed to my ass, then my back, dragging her with me. Stretched out on top of me, she propped herself up on my chest, all smiles and sunshine as she tucked her icy feet between my legs.
“Better?” I laughed.
“So much better. I can always count on you, can’t I?”
Meeting her gaze, I trailed my knuckles along the side of her face and gave her starbursts. “You can, sweetheart. Lean. I will always be there for you to rest on.”
Her fingertip dusted over the corner of my eye. “Love you, Remington Town.”
“Love you like crazy, Hannah Kelly.”
Her grin slipped from adoring to mischievous. “Are you going to take me home and show me how crazy you can be?”
“All you had to do was ask.” Taking her in my arms, I brought my mouth to her ear. “Let’s go home.”
No way out but through, and I couldn’t wait to see it through with Hannah.
Epilogue
Hannah
One Year Later
My father took myhand and placed it on the crook of his arm. “Last chance,” he whispered.
I laughed through the butterflies trying to work their way up my throat. “I’m not running away. You don’t have to keep offering.”
My mother rolled her eyes from my other side. “You love Remington.”
He chuffed. “I do, but I’m not so sure about my daughter marrying him.”
My father looked down at me, warmth radiating from his very core. Dad wasn’t one to dress up often, but he was dapper today in a custom dove-gray suit with a bolo instead of a tie. His normally shaggy hair had been freshly cut and combed neatly away from his face. And his eyes, they shined on me, brimming with so much emotion, my own threatened to spill before I’d even walked down the aisle.
“Oh, Lachlan, yes you are,” my mother chided, her arm looped through mine.
Dad slowly smiled and reached for my face with his free hand, patting my cheek. “You picked a good man, Hannah. I have no doubt about that. But you’re still my little girl with a hundred bows in your hair. Give your old man a break. It’s not easy wrapping my head around you becoming a wife.”
I laid my head on his shoulder. “I still have a bow. It’s just fancier now.”
In lieu of a veil, Phoebe had taken the extra fabric from my ivory lace dress and turned it into an oversized bow secured on the back of my head. I wasn’t much of a dress girl, but I had always loved my bows, and I loved that my sister had found a way to incorporate that into my wedding day.
Hell, I would have married Remington in cutoffs and a tank if my mother wouldn’t have been mortified. But the truth was, now that I was standing in my pretty wedding dress, my hair curled and cascading down my back, awaiting my cue to walk down the aisle between my parents, I was glad I’d gone this route. Getting married to the love of my life wasn’t any ol’ occasion. This day deserved to be marked by getting gussied up in front of our friends and family.
“You’re beautiful,” my mother murmured. “Just glowing, my darling girl.”
I told them I loved them and promised I was more than ready to make this commitment. After all, Remi and I had survived a lot, including one of the harshest winters in memory, and we still smiled when we woke up to each other and fell asleep tangled like octopuses.