Beautiful Beginning(44)
I swallowed back a sound that would probably have come out somewhere
between a cry and a gasp and said, “Hey yourself.”
We hadn’t seen each other since I’d been kidnapped from the room just as
we were about to attack each other, and I could see it in his eyes: he
wanted to kiss me. He wanted to kiss me with such hunger that it made us
both vibrate, stare at each other’s mouths, lick our lips in unison.
Soon, I mouthed.
He gave me a tiny nod, and we turned together to face the officiant, the
Honorable James Marsters, who appeared completely baffled.
He leaned closer, whispering, “Have we finished the ceremony?” His watery
blue eyes swam with confusion, and he peeked down at his notes before
looking back at us.
With the sweetness of his expression and the perfect timing of this
question, I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Bennett slid his
amused eyes to me and then back to the man before us.
“No, Judge. I apologize . . . my wife-to-be and I got a little carried
away with our greeting.” He tilted his head and murmured, “Neither the
first nor the last time, actually.”
“At least we know what we’re getting into,” I said, and beside me Sara
laughed. I handed her my bouquet and turned to face Bennett as he took hold
of my hands.
And once I was up there with him, I wanted to savor every second. The judge
read through his opening readings about love, and marriage. I absorbed
every word, somehow, while still being completely lost in the intensity of
Bennett’s expression.
As I recited my vows, I felt him shift closer, relished the warm hum of his
skin pressed to mine where our hands met.
When it was his turn, I watched his lips as he repeated every single vow:
I promise to be your lover and friend . . .
Your ally in conflict and your accomplice in mischief . . .
Your greatest fan and your toughest adversary . . .
His eyes twinkled and he tickled the palm of my hand with the pad of his
thumb when he said this, and then, very slowly, he looked down at my mouth
and licked his lips.
The bastard.
His eyes darkened and his voice lower when he repeated, I promise to be
faithful, loyal, and put your needs above all others . . . this is my vow
to you, Chloe, my only lover and my equal in all things.
Suddenly my dress felt cinched too tight. The breeze off the water seemed
too weak.
The officiant turned to me and asked, “Chloe, do you take this man to be
your lawfully wedded husband? To honor and cherish him, to have and to hold
from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in
sickness and in health, to love and cherish always?”
The first time I tried to push the words out, they got stuck beneath the
weight of emotion in my throat. Finally, I managed, “I do.”
He turned and asked Bennett the same thing, and without hesitation, Bennett
’s deep voice easily carried the two life-altering syllables: “I do.”
We each turned, he to Henry, and I to Sara, to retrieve our wedding rings.
And as the judge spoke to us about the meaning of the rings, and I slid
Bennett’s onto his finger, the only thing I could feel was the brilliance
of Bennett’s smile as he stared down at it.
Damn, that ring looked good on his finger. This man was officially mine. If
I couldn’t get my face tattooed on his arm, this ring would be a nice
consolation prize. I moved my fingertip over his, feeling the smooth metal
on his skin, but he pulled back a little, resisting my touch as his eyes
went wide, just as my finger made contact with an enormous scratch in the
platinum.
I pulled his hand up to look closer. What the f*ck? Was there an actual
dent in his wedding ring?
When I looked up at his face again, he shook his head slightly. “It’s
okay,” he whispered.
“What the hell is this?” I asked under my breath.
“I’ll explain later,” he hissed.
I felt the fire in my gaze and he barely contained his laugh as the judge
called out, “If there is anyone present who has reason to oppose the
marriage of this man to this woman, please speak now or forever hold your
peace.”
The guests grew completely quiet, and I stood, staring up at Bennett for a
beat until the loud, deafening blast of a ship’s horn ripped through the
silence. I clapped my hands over my ears, and the entire wedding party
jumped and ducked in surprise. Several people screamed. The sound seemed to
linger, reverberating across the sand and up over the lawn before being
swallowed by the hulking mass of the hotel.
“Well,” Bennett said, smiling, “I guess we couldn’t move forward
without the universe at least giving us a fair warning.”
At that, everyone erupted into laughter and applause, and with an enormous
smile, the judge proclaimed, “Very well then. By the power vested in me by
the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Chloe, you