EPILOGUE
HUDSON
It’d been a long damn time since I stood up front at a wedding. Never thought I’d do it again. Finley was stunning, like a goddess, with her dark hair tied up in some complicated twist thing and pieces blowing in the breeze off the water. Of course, the most beautiful thing about her was the smile on her face. It was good seeing her so happy.
“I, Finley Jameson, take you, Trent MacKellar, to be my lawfully wedded husband, from this day forward. I vow to love and honor you, for better and worse, in rich and poor, in sickness and health till death do us part. I vow to be honest with you. To always lift you up. To share every part of me with you. To love our son and any more children we have. And to always make time for us.”
Trent beamed at her words, his eyes glassy with
