Epilogue
Taryn
A cool breeze drifted through the sycamores. Somewhere in the distance, I heard the tinkling of wind chimes. All the drama of the past few months seemed a world away from this moment. Finally, I stood under an archway dappled with Gerber daisies, hand in hand with Jeff McConnell.
The swaying tree branches above us flickered the light in his light brown hair. My eyes met his, and he winked and grinned. The sharpness of his tuxedo, perfectly tailored to his tall, broad body, made him look as if he’s stepped right out of a movie. I smiled. When else on a Saturday would Jeff be in anything other than jogging pants? Never. Except today. In a few minutes, I’d be Taryn Elizabeth McConnell.
“Taryn and Jeff, today you enter as individuals, but you leave as husband and wife, fo
