The wedding took place the next day. We're headed back to the cabin we stayed in almost a week ago. The only thing missing is the motorcycle. Rack didn't want me out of my wedding dress even when I told him I could put it back on in the room once we arrived.
"No way. I'm taking this dress off." He kissed my fingers over the ring that will never be absent again. The wedding took place earlier than our originally scheduled time and it's still daylight.
He picks me up and carries me over the threshold into the shadowed room. "Your ribs," I laugh.
"My ribs will survive, Mrs. Street."
He draws in a sharp breath and I know it hurts. Damn man. He puts me down and wraps his arms around me. My laughter disappears. His lips move over mine and he licks the inside of my mouth. For an unknown amoun
