EPILOGUE
“Does anyone ever say that the ceremony was horrible?” Layla asked Ruger when he came over with a fresh flute of champagne for her.
“What?” he asked, his face dancing with mischief as it had been all day.
That wasn’t supposed to be the happiest day of his life, not that anyone would know that by looking at him.
“All day I’ve heard people tell Lyssa that the ceremony was beautiful. I’m just wondering if anyone would actually have the balls to say the opposite.”
“You would,” he said, sipping from his own flute and turning to observe the same scene she was drinking in.
Three months after the devastating engagement party that never really was, Lyssa and Colt had been joined at the altar. Looking at them standing beside the wooden gazebo erected in the Warner backyard espec
