“Oh Nora,” my father said.
“Dad.” I threw myself into his arms. He held me tight.
“You look beautiful. I’m so proud of you.”
“I love you so much. Thanks for always being there for me, even when I didn’t know what I needed.”
“Of course, honey. I know it was hard, growing up without your mom, but I tried my best to be all that you could ever need. Even when I fell short, I was trying.”
“You did the best. I am who I am because of you, Dad.”
He tapped his cane twice against the wood of the barn. “Wish I could walk you down that aisle without this.”
I took his hand and stilled the cane. “That’s a part of you. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
He beamed at my compliment. “I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter.”
“Well, that’s lucky. Because you only have one.”
He laughed. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you married.”
He held his elbow out, and I looped our arms together.
The bridesmaids went first, standing on the other side of the groomsmen—Whitton, Campbell, Jordan, Julian, Santi, and Yorke. Three years in Cosmere had solidified West’s place in the band. He was one of them now. Santi and Yorke were as much his brothers as Whitt, Jordan, and Julian were. He and Campbell were closer than ever, working on new music together, as they always had here in Lubbock. The fans loved him, and he’d even gotten his own fanbase nickname—Westies. I still laughed, thinking about his face when he’d found out what they were calling themselves.
“You’re up,” Tessi told me.
The entire audience rose to their feet as “Nora’s Melody,” played by a string quartet, filled the air. My heart rose to my throat at the first note of that song. It had never become a Cosmere song. Though they’d argued awhile about whether it should go on the next album. But West swore, until the day he died, that the only person that song belonged to was me. And it was forever my song.
My dad took the first step forward across the rose-lined pathway. I held my head high as we moved toward my groom. The rest of the audience became a blur as I walked. I knew my friends and family were there. West’s mom and dad sitting on opposite sides of a bench in the front row. My aunts on the opposite side with a space left for my dad. But still, I didn’t meet any faces.
Every wedding that I’d ever done, my favorite moment was when the groom caught sight of his bride for the first time. It was magical. This look of pure adoration and disbelief that he’d gotten lucky enough to have this woman. Sometimes, he cried. Sometimes, he had to cover his mouth. Sometimes, he just looked shocked. Every time, it was beautiful. Every single one was the perfect moment for them. I’d never trade it. Not for anything.
And now, I got to have my moment with my groom.
I turned down the aisle, and there he was.
Weston Wright.
My groom. My forever.
A smile broke onto his face, a look of pure awe as his gaze ran down my dress and then back up to my face. It was a new look. And yet so like how he’d been looking at me every day for the last three years. This was the magic, the moment. But it came from a million magical moments over the course of our relationship. It came from knowing he loved me as much now as he had that day he came back to Lubbock and tried to make it all right.
We’d jumped that day.
And he’d been catching me every day since.
My dad handed me off to him, and West couldn’t even help himself. He brought my hands to his mouth and kissed them.
“You’re real.”
“I’m real,” I whispered back.
“Marry me.”
I giggled. “Sort of in the process of that.”
The crowd chuckled behind us. We stepped up to the dais before a circular gold archway, covered in pink flowers and greenery. The vineyards were in full bloom behind us. The sun sinking toward the horizon and the world narrowing to just the two of us as we each said our I dos, confirming our union.
“I love you,” he whispered, thick with emotion.
“I love you, too.”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Then, West swept me into his arms, dipping me dramatically. Our lips sealed together.
A promise for tomorrow.
A promise for forever.
A promise that we were eager to fulfill.
West pulled me back to my feet, joined our hands, and held them overhead.
“I present to you Weston and Nora Wright!”
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My next book is a grumpy sunshine romance with Josie & Maddox in SECOND TO NONE. “Maddox Nelson is the only boy I’ve ever love. And the only one to break my heart. I thought I was over that long ago. He’s the grumpy to my sunshine, but years of friendship, love, and tangled lust binds us together in the city where it all began. I’ll prove to him that I come second to none.” Turn the page for a sneak peek!
Did you catch the easter eggs in this book?
Gavin & Whitley are getting their story in Cruel King. See their love story unfold at the King wedding in Midland that Nora is the wedding planner for!
Court and English have their own love story in: Cruel Desire. Find out all about how she cleans up his bad boy reputation and falls for his charm at the same time!
See where the Wrights started in The Wright Brother, available for FREE! I’d dated his brother. He didn’t remember and I wished I could forget…
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Second to None
Chapter 1
Present
Coming here was a mistake.
I reflexively brought the end of my long black hair to my mouth. It was a habit I’d had since childhood. One I’d thought I’d cracked. Leave it to my mother to bring back all my bad habits.
“Anything else, Ms. Reynolds?” my driver asked as he lugged my Louis Vuitton luggage onto the sidewalk.
“No. Thank you. That will be all.”
I passed him some cash and waited for him to drive away before returning my gaze to the mansion of my nightmares. I’d done everything in my power to get out from under the press of my mother’s bad reputation. And somehow, I was right back where I’d started.
“Why did I agree to this again?” I grumbled under my breath as I hauled my luggage up the front walk.
My chest was heaving as I dropped the bags on the front porch. It didn’t seem to matter how much I tried; cardio and I just did not get along. It sure didn’t help that Savannah summers were oppressive on a good day. After living in LA for the last decade, my body wasn’t used to the humidity. It felt more like I was drinking the air than breathing it. So, I waited until my heart rate dropped, swiping the bead of sweat off my brow, before knocking on the front door to Montgomery House.