Standing mere inches apart, Celeste glanced down at Luther’s hand before slipping her fingers into his. As soon as his palm closed around hers, he turned with that quiet, steady smile of his and gave a gentle squeeze. Together, they turned back toward the center of the barn, watching Ryder and Isobel finish their first dance as husband and wife.
Ryder twirled Isobel into a dip, holding her strong and sure as only a cowboy who’s broken broncs and closed billion-dollar deals could. He pulled her upright without breaking their kiss, the crowd clapping softly around them.
“Ryder,” Isobel whispered against his lips, breathless, “that song was wonderful.”
His dimples flashed as he touched his forehead to hers. “It’s the truth, darlin’. You’ll never know how much your presence has wrecked me—i
