The nights were just turning colder, lasting a little bit longer, and the days were tinted orange, yellow, and red, leaves dancing on a breeze that carried a hint of winter. Clay barely noticed the passage of time. It seemed like he went to bed one late spring night, and woke up one early fall morning, the morning of his wedding, a completely changed man.
Clay had been Mark’s best man, and all he remembered about that experience was stress. Awful, gut-twisting stress. He had vowed then he would not have a huge wedding with hundreds of guests and thousands of opportunities for mistakes, but as soon as Paige accepted his proposal, he realized he would submit to anything she wanted. If she thought the entire state of Montana needed to witness their nuptials, he would personally round up ever
