and done, he’d have to learn to live with it—provided Matt didn’t change his mind.
“I know I keep asking if you’re ready,” she said. “But everyone’s been saying that eighteen’s too young to get married and we should wait until after college. Do you wonder if maybe they’re right?”
His smile dissolved into a frown. “Are you coming down with a case of cold feet, Rachel?”
She shook her head. “No. I just don’t want you to have any regrets.”
He reached over and pushed a loose strand of hair away from her cheek. “I only regret that I couldn’t convince your dad that we’re meant to be together. That way you could’ve had the dress and the cake and the church wedding you’ve always wanted.”
“None of that matters.” And it didn’t. Being with Matt—marrying Matt—was the only thing that mattered.
His smile returned, but only halfway. “Glad to hear it. I reserved a honeymoon cabin that’s got a king-size bed with our name on it. And since you’ve made me wait all these years for the lovemaking, I plan to put that bed to good use for the next two nights.”
Despite her excitement over finally being with Matt in every way, she pretended to pout. “Then you’re only marrying me for the sex, huh?”
“I’m marrying you because you’re the only girl for me.”
And he was the only boy for her. Always had been, always would be.
“Okay, then,” she said. “We’re going to do fine, as long as we stick to our plan.” The plan that had been two years in the making. “First we finish college.”
“Then we buy the clinic,” he added.
She wholeheartedly supported Matt’s dream of becoming a veterinarian, even knowing it would require compromise on both their parts. “I’ll run the office while you’re becoming the best vet Placid, Mississippi, has ever seen.”
“You bet,” he said. “And when we’ve saved enough money, we’ll build that house on my grandfather’s land.”
Then came the most important part, at least to Rachel. “Don’t forget the babies. I’m thinking two or maybe three.” A boy first, with dark eyes and hair like hers, and then a girl, with Matt’s sun-streaked light brown hair and blue eyes. Or they could both look like Matt, as long as they were happy and healthy.
He tugged at his tie, as always looking uncomfortable when the subject of kids came up. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Right now we have to get married, and it looks like we’re almost there.”
Matt navigated the pickup to the right where a sign pointed the way to the Wayhurst Wedding Chapel, two miles ahead. Rachel could see only more rugged, wooded terrain and a few remote cabins peeking out from the thick grove of trees. “How did you find this place?”
“I went to the library in Memphis before school let out,” he said. “The reference librarian helped me find it, then I gave them a call and made the arrangements.”
Rachel worried Matt had spent too much money when a simple courthouse wedding would have been fine. “How much did it cost?”
“Not a lot. I told the lady named Helen who runs the place that we’re kind of strapped for cash and that it’s only going to be us at the wedding. She booked us this evening for a fourth of the normal rental fee. They also had a wedding earlier in the day, so we’ll get to take advantage of the decorations.”
More than likely he’d earned the discount using his trademark charm. “That’s very nice of her, but I have my trust fund. I could’ve taken some of it and told my dad I needed it for school.”
“You know how I feel about touching that money, Rachel.”
Oh, yeah, she knew. And sometimes his pride grated on her nerves like sandpaper on cypress. “You might as well accept it. We’re going to have to use part of my trust to get through school.”
“You can use it for your tuition, but I’m going to pay for everything else.”
Obviously he didn’t mind starving, she started to say, but withheld the comment in order not to spoil their special day.
As they rounded a hairpin curve, their destination finally came into view. And what a view it was. The sun had begun to set behind the hazy mountains, the emerald valley beyond serving as a breathtaking backdrop to the white chapel with ornate stained-glass windows and a heavy wooden door.
Rachel was both awed and appreciative as she stared in disbelief at the scene. If only her friends and family were there to witness the ceremony, the day would be perfect. “Oh, Matt. It’s beautiful. It looks like a postcard.”
“It sure does,” he said as he pulled the truck into a parking space in the empty lot. “Only the best for my bride.”
My bride.
In a matter of moments, she would be a bride. A bride with a typical case of butterflies in her belly.
Matt shut off the truck and shifted to face her. “Looks like it’s time to make it official.”
Rachel swallowed around a little knot of nerves. “Looks like it.”
He gave her a soft kiss. “Then let’s do this.”
Without hesitating, Matt slid from the cab, rounded the truck and opened the passenger door to help her out. Once her high heels hit the pavement, Rachel adjusted the knee-length white linen dress and smoothed a shaky hand over her hair. “Do I look okay?”
“As pretty as a Mississippi moon, darlin.’ I’m the luckiest damn man in the world, and you’re the most beautiful bride to ever walk this earth.”
She straightened his tie and the sports coat’s lapels. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“But I am forgetting somethin’ important.” He leaned into the truck, opened the glove compartment and withdrew a small black box. “We can’t get married without this.”
She lifted the lid to find a silver wedding band circled with tiny diamond chips. “I can’t believe you did this!”
He cleared his throat. “It was my mom’s. My dad told me she wanted me to have it to give to my wife. I know it’s not the nice set you deserve, but I promise someday I’ll buy you a new one.”
“It’s beautiful, Matt, and it’s special. I couldn’t imagine ever wearing another ring once you put this one on my finger. But I feel so bad because I don’t have a ring for you.”
He slid the box into the pocket of his slacks. “It’s okay. We can get one later.”
Rachel couldn’t fight the sudden melancholy. Couldn’t quite hold back the tears. This was her wedding day. A happy day. The most important day of her life to this point. But a few things were still missing.
When she lowered her eyes, Matt framed her face in his palms, forcing her to look at him. “Even if I’m not wearing a ring, that doesn’t mean I’m any less married to you. Besides, I’m left-handed,
