Epilogue
“Hold still,” Pru ordered.
Kyle resisted the urge to tell her he could tie his own bowtie. This was part of having family involved in his big day, and he was grateful they were all here.
“There.” She smoothed her hands across his shoulders and down the sleeves of his jacket, brushing away imaginary lint. “You clean up pretty well.”
“Thanks.”
“You nervous?”
“To marry my best friend? No. Easiest thing I’ve ever done. Worried she’ll wake up one day and realize she made a mistake? I’ll probably always have a little of that.”
“She loves you. Always has, even during those years you were both being stupid.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever truly feel worthy of that. But I intend to spend the rest of my life making sure she doesn’t regret it.”
“There are worse approaches to marriage.”
