Dallas held Olivia closer, loving how she felt in his arms. She was strong and fragile at the same time, and he thought holding her was like getting to touch a little piece of heaven.
“You happy?” he asked her as they danced.
“Deliriously,” she said. “Can’t you tell?”
“I can,” he agreed. “You’re smiling like a crazy person.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I just bet.”
He kissed her, for about the thousandth time since the priest had declared them man and wife just two hours earlier. And she opened up to him, clutching his upper arms tightly, relishing his strength and warmth.
“I love you, Mrs. Foreman,” he said as he smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “I’m going to love you until I take my dying breath.”
“I love you too,” she said. “Forever. I promise.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,
