The Best Man (Blue Heron #1)(121)

“It’s not inadequate,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”

He reached over and wiped her tears away. “I don’t want you crying the night before we get married,” he murmured.

“Then you should’ve thought of that before,” she said, smoothing the paper. “I’m very mushy, in case you didn’t notice.”

“I noticed. Which is why I think you’ll like this, too.” He smiled and handed her the box.

The rose quartz heart had been set in silver with a tiny chain. “Where did you get this?” she exclaimed. “I thought this was in a box at my dad’s.”

“I stole it.”

“Then you’re finally admitting you gave it to me?” she said, a few more tears slipping down her cheeks as he fastened it around her neck.

“Actually, I think it was Asswipe Jones, but I’m gonna take the credit here.”

She gave a watery smile. “Sorry, pal. It couldn’t have been anyone but you.”

He smiled, his green eyes softening. “You happen to be right, Holland.”

Then he kissed her, and kissed her again. And then he pulled back and smiled. “All right, let me get you back to your dad’s. I have a wedding to go to tomorrow.”

* * *

On a beautiful day in January, in front of literally half the town, wearing a wedding dress that made her look like a 1940s film star and holding a bouquet of perfect red roses, Faith Elizabeth Holland married the man she was meant to have. The man, you might say, she was fated to have, if you believed in that stuff.

Which we absolutely do.