He smiled slightly. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”
“I know.” She winked, but sobered quickly. “What I really know is I need to forgive you and love you.” She stepped in closer. “Because I have been miserable, dejected, glum, wretched, cheerless, melancholy without you.”
Oh, how he’d missed her synonyms. He’d missed everything about her.
She cupped his jaw, causing Greer’s heart to race out of control, and softly kissed his cheek. “I love you.” She kissed his neck. “I adore you.” She trailed kisses up close to his mouth. “I want tosavoryou.”
Greer grinned, and then he did what he’d been longing to do: he pulled her in close and captured her mouth with his. He kissed her long and thoroughly, reveling in the happiness and warmth that exploded through him. When they parted, he lifted her and swung her around. “I love you, Emery Reeder,” he yelled, probably scaring his cattle to death.
She laughed and let him twirl her.
Finally, he lowered her close and tenderly kissed her. “I adore you. I will savor you.”
She grinned. “I know you will. Just like someday I’ll teach you to savor your food.”
He chuckled. Then he sang softly, “Five foot nine, brown eyes in a sundress … God makes the good stuff.”
She laughed, and then she kissed him fiercely. Greer returned it and then some. His angel had come back to him. He prayed she’d talk his ear off, tease him, set him straight, hit him if she needed to, list synonyms, kiss him all the time, and never leave him again.
Love, heavenly intervention, and Emery’s sweet forgiveness were all miracles he never thought he’d have. He’d offer prayers of gratitude morning, noon, and night for God sending a brown-eyed angel to rescue his heart.