still he kept kissing her; the touch of his warm, sure lips as magical as ever. A thrill swept through Poppy, followed swiftly by a surge of pure happiness. Unable to help herself, she wreathed both her arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same abandon.
It took the discreet cough of the minister to break it up.
The heat of her embarrassment flooding her face, Poppy opened her eyes.
Grinning triumphantly, Trace slowly shifted her upright.
More cheers followed, drowned out by the beginning of the recessional.
In the aisle, the airmen in dress blues stood with their ceremonial swords drawn into a canopy. Gallantly tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow, and still beaming proudly, Trace escorted her beneath the canopy.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Poppy murmured as they stepped to the front of the receiving line in the chapel vestibule.
Eyes darkening possessively, Trace gave her waist an affectionate squeeze. “Surprised ya, huh?” he whispered back.
And then some, Poppy thought, still tingling from his recklessly impulsive kiss.
“You look so beautiful,” he said, his eyes twinkling with delight.
Poppy grinned, aware he wasn’t the only one who’d had his breath taken away. “Right back at you, Lieutenant,” she murmured happily.
Then all was taken up by the formalities of greeting their guests. And it wasn’t until the two of them had dashed down the church steps, through a shower of bird seed and well-wishes, and were sharing the limo to the reception that Poppy finally had the chance to talk with him privately. “I gather this is why I haven’t heard from you in two days?”
Trace ran a hand beneath his closely shaved jaw. “I was on standby on several of the flights, so I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to make it in time for the ceremony.”
“But you did make it.” And he’d obviously found time to shower, too, she noted, the joy she had felt upon seeing him in the flesh still staggering in its intensity.
“It appears the only thing most folks love more than an impromptu wedding that needs all the help it can muster to be pulled off, is one between an active-duty airman and his bride.”
Poppy knew that was true. There was something about star-crossed lovers that appealed to just about everyone. Star-crossed lovers in the military, even more. Still...
She studied the just-cut perfection of his short, sandy-blond hair. “Why did you come?” Especially when he had never so much as hinted that it was a possibility.
A shadow crossed his face and he hesitated, as if not sure how to respond. Finally he said, “You seemed so overwhelmed when we last Skyped. I thought you might have trouble handling all this on your own.”
Disappointment jabbed her in the stomach, putting to rest any of the wildly romantic notions she’d had when she had walked into the church and seen him standing next to the minister.
Poppy gathered her thoughts slowly. “So you came to rescue me?” And not because he had suddenly discovered he was madly in love with her, as she knew everyone else who had witnessed their nuptials was probably thinking. But because he was her good friend. And friends helped each other out.
He nodded. “Turns out it was a lot easier to get permission to use some of the leave I’d accumulated than to push a proxy marriage request through military channels in the swift time frame you needed.”
Poppy stared at him in confusion. “But you did manage it! Liz Cartwright-Anderson showed me the paperwork this morning.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know if it would come through or not when I left a couple of days ago. At that point, the request was still in limbo. So to make sure the pending adoption went smoothly, I called in every marker I could.”
“And came back to Texas.”
He shrugged, as if it were no big deal. When she knew darn well it was a very big deal. “I haven’t spent the holidays Stateside in years.”
Mainly, she thought sympathetically, because he hated being caught up in the midst of his own quarreling family.
“Well, here’s hoping that this yuletide will be memorable,” Poppy said softly.
“I have a feeling it will be.” He took her hand in his and examined the wedding band. He didn’t have one, because she hadn’t expected him to actually be there. Thus they had forgone that part of the ceremony.
Winking at her, he drawled, “At any rate, we’re married now.”
Clearly, from the joking way he’d said it, it didn’t mean much, if anything at all. That was good. Wasn’t it?
Poppy swallowed around the sudden constriction of her throat. Honestly, the pending adoption plus all this chaos had her brimming with unchecked emotions.
Bypassing what she normally would have done at this point in one of their private reunions—climb onto his lap and really show him how glad she was to see him—Poppy stayed right where she was. Maintaining her ladylike demeanor, she met his eyes and asked casually, “So how much time do you have?”
Oblivious to how fast and hard her heart was beating, he flexed his shoulders beneath the formal blue uniform coat. “Total? Thirty days. Of which I’ve already used two.”
Trying not to dwell on how much she really would like to forget about the reception and kiss him again, Poppy quickly did the math. “So...twenty-eight.” Compared to what short time they usually got—this visit was going to last forever! And yet compared to what she really wanted—Trace stationed somewhere close enough they could see each other all the time—not nearly enough.
His hazel eyes twinkled down at her. “Of course, I’ll need a couple of days of that for travel time when I head back to the Middle East. But I’ll be here for Christmas. And the birth of the twins,” he promised as the limo reached the hotel where the reception was to be held.
It had all worked out perfectly, Poppy thought. So, then, why wasn’t she happier?
“I’m so sorry your father didn’t show up tonight,” Bitsy, Trace’s mother, told him two hours later as he and Poppy came off the dance floor. “I mean, I knew he’d ditch the ceremony,” the gregarious San Antonio society florist declared unhappily. “That’s just the kind of heartless man Calvin is. But I thought for certain he would make the reception.”
Not sure what to say, Poppy did her best not to react to the bitterness in her new mother-in-law’s voice.
Trace hugged his diminutive, platinum-haired mother. “It’s okay, Mom. It was short notice. I’ll catch up with Dad before I leave the States.”
Bitsy gave Poppy another warm hug. “Well, just so you know, dear, I’m so glad the two of you have finally come to your senses and made it official.”
Trace
