Free Star Spangled Cowboy by Paige Warren Page B

church, the old woman looking sour and pinch-faced, like she’d been sucking on lemons.
    The organ started, and his gaze jerked to the back of the church. His bride stood in the doorway, his father on her right. She looked stunning in a white dress with a scalloped hem and sweetheart neckline. And he only knew those facts because she’d yammered incessantly about her dress for weeks, not that he’d minded. His breath froze in his lungs as she made her way down the aisle, her steps keeping time with his heart.
    When his father handed her off to Tyson, his hand trembled.
    The minister smiled as they turned to face him.
    “We are gathered here today to witness the union of Tyson Lawrence Braxton and Dacey Angeline Morgan. If there is anyone present who feels these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”
    Tyson nearly laughed when his sweet bride looked the mayor’s wife dead in the eye and growled.
    “Tyson, do you take Dacey to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
    “I do.” His voice was strong and sure.
    “Dacey, do you take Tyson to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
    She smiled brilliantly. “I do.”
    “You may kiss the bride.”
    Tyson hauled her into his arms, to the amusement of the congregation, and kissed her like he was a starving man, and she was a prime rib. Wolf-whistles and cat-calls went out before he set her back on her feet.
    “This has to have been the fastest wedding in the history of weddings,” Dacey said with a smile.
    “I tried to get him just to say man and wife, but this was as pared down as he was willing to go.” Tyson grinned. “I didn’t want to give you time to chicken out, or realize you could do way better than a busted up soldier.”
    “You’re not a soldier anymore, Ty. You’re my handsome rancher.”
    “As long as I’m yours, you can call me whatever you want.”
    Dacey kissed him long and hard, not caring what their guests thought. It was her wedding day, the first day of the rest of her life, and she was going to kiss her husband as often and as passionately as she wanted. And if people didn’t like it—like the sourpuss mayor’s wife—they could just kiss her ass.
     
    The End
     
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