by Lucy Monroe
No one made her feel uncomfortable, least of all Colt's mother. Fayre saw a lot of the person he had been while he was inebriated in his mother and hoped that over time, he would show more of that playful side without the inducement of alcohol.
But he was anything but playful during their wedding ceremony the next day. As promised, he'd bought her a white Mexican dress with lots and lots of handmade lace. Moonbeam had lamented the lack of color, but agreed with Colton that Fayre looked like an angel in it.
Her gaze locked with his while she repeated her marriage vows, and he never once broke eye contact when he said his back.
Then he kissed her. It was a lot more flammable than she was expecting in front of his family and the priest, so she was high in his arms and being carried from the church before she realized the ceremony was over.
He broke the kiss as they stepped out into the bright sunshine. "You're mine, Fayre. Now and forever."
She'd wanted to hear those words her entire life, and they wrapped themselves around her heart like a protective shield she could always hide behind. She belonged to someone.
"And you're mine."
He nodded and kissed her again.
His brothers and their wives joined Fayre and Colton on the steps.
Moonbeam smiled at them all, her expression turning fey. "It was each of your destinies to break the cycle of pain from the past, and you've done it."
Colton looked down at Fayre. "If that's true, then I've got my destiny in my arms."
She didn't want to cry again, so she grinned instead. "Do you notice you're carrying me again? Moonbeam, you've raised a real unreconstructed man here, and I'm wondering how that happened when you're so progressive in your thinking."
Colton pretended to drop her and then threw back his head and laughed out loud when she screamed.
She knew she would love this man until the day she died, and he would love her.
It was their destiny.
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