“Whatever,” he said with an indulgent smile of his own. “Are we getting hitched or not? If not, I got some other ideas on how to spend the day.”
“Oh, we’re getting hitched,” she promised him. “Then I’m going to get you drunk and take advantage of you.”
Lust blazed to life in his eyes. “You are never going to let me live that one down, are you?”
The minister leaned over the podium and cleared his throat then. “Are we ready?”
Ryder’s chest puffed up, and he nodded. “Bring it, mister priest.”
“He’s actually a Methodist minister,” Tiffany said smartly, just to see the look on his face.
“Don’t give a shit. We need to get on with the sappy stuff. I’ve got kissing, cake, dancing, and fucking to look forward to, and I don’t want to miss any of it.”
Wishing the ground could open up and swallow her whole, Tiffany suddenly caught the humor of her situation, and that’s when the giggling started.
One thing was certain, spending the rest of her life beside her sexy biker would never be dull…and she couldn’t wait to get started.
The end.