“And do you take Harlow to be your lawfully wedded wife?” he asked Ryker.
He didn’t even need to think over his answer. He felt it with every fiber of his being. “I do,” he quickly agreed. “With everything that I am and everything that I will ever have.”
Harlow leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “See, I knew you were a romantic.” He pulled her into his body and sealed his mouth over hers.
“Well, I guess you can kiss the bride then,” Taz griped. “You two don’t make anything easy, do you?” he asked.
Ryker broke their kiss and shook his head, “Nope,” he said. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Me either,” Harlow agreed. Ryker took Iris from Gloria Jean and held his new little family in his arms. He’d never thought that he’d find a family again after he lost his mother—his only family, but he was wrong. He’d found everything that he had ever been looking for in one curvy waitress that had stumbled into his world and turned it upside down.
The End