Here We Come (Aggie's Inheritance) (211 page)

Aggie—her
eyes
were
on
him,
smiling
with
full
trust
and
pure
love
for
him.
His
breath
caught
as
Zeke
said,
“Luke?”

“Yes?”

“Do
you
take
Aggie
to
be
your
wife?”
The
rest
of
the
words
blurred
in
his
mind.
Wife.
One
short
little
word
made
her
his
wife.
It
seemed
too
easy,
and
yet,
what
a
terrible
charge
it
was!
Terrible—magnificent.

“Yes.”

“Aggie?”

Look
at
her—that
face.
How
can
I
never
have
noticed
how
beautiful
she
is?

“Yes?”

“Do
you
take
Luke
to
be
your
husband?”

“Yes.
I
most
certainly
do.”

She
said
yes—again!
It
wasn’t
possible,
was
it?
What
did
Uncle
Zeke
say
this
time?
Why
couldn’t
he
concentrate
on
the
ceremony?
He’d
forget
it
all—he’d
missed
it
all.

“…and
wife.
You
may
kiss
your
bride.”

Luke’s
mind
jerked
to
present
as
Aggie’s
eyes
widened
and
she
fidgeted.
When
had
her
bouquet
disappeared?
He
could
finally
kiss
her
and
her
hands
were
reaching—for
something.
What
was
it?

Two
bouquets
appeared,
shielding
their
faces
from
the
crowd.
His
lips
sought
hers
and
after
what
had
seemed
an
impossible
wait,
they
refused
to
part.
The
kiss
was
much
longer
than
he’d
planned.
He
hadn’t
wanted
to
make
a
scene,
however behind
the
relative
privacy
of
those
bouquets,
Luke
couldn’t
bring
himself
to
let
her
go.
But
at
last,
he
stepped
back
again—grinning.

“I’d
like—”
Uncle
Zeke’s
partially
repressed
chuckles
interrupted
his
announcement,
“to
introduce
Luke
and
Aggie
Sullivan.
Perhaps
now
they’d
like
a
moment
of
privacy…
”

“Hey,”
Aggie
quipped,
laughing.
“I
waited
a
long
time
for
my
first
kiss!”

Without
a
moment
of
hesitation,
he
wrapped
arms
around
her
waist
and
murmured,
“Well,
you
won’t
wait
that
long
for
the
second.”

~*~*~*~

Lips
on
her
forehead.
Was
it
time
to
wake
for
school?
Aggie
opened
her
eyes
and
saw
Luke
smiling
down
at
her
just
seconds
before
he
kissed
her
gently.
She
jerked,
panicked,
and
then
fully
awake,
remembered.
She
was
his
wife.
“Hi.”

“We’re
here.”

“Where?
Oh,
Colorado?”
Her
eyes
glanced
around
the
plane
and
saw
people
pulling
their
baggage
from
the
overhead
compartments.
“How
did
I
sleep
through
all
that?”

“You
were
tired.”

It
was
cold,
the
wind
whipping
around
them,
fighting
to
break
through
their
jackets,
but
they
made
it
into
the
car,
out
of
the
city,
and
to
their
destination
without
a
single
mishap.
The
cabin
was
larger
than
she’d
expected—almost
a
small
house.
A
fire
in
the
fireplace
told
her
they
had
good
hosts,
and
a
hot
meal
told
her
that
Luke
had
been
thorough
in
their
preparations.