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  “Love you, Lovie.” He winked at her.

  “And I love you too, Tony,” Lovie sighed and gave him a smile of such fondness that it made up for everything else.

  Brother Anthony cleared his throat and opened the Bible. Nancy snuck a peek at Doc and grinned from ear-to-ear. Some people might have cringed at the kind of topsy-turvy weddings Brother Anthony performed, but she loved them.

  “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join port-a-potty girl and Elmer Fudd in holy matrimony.”

  Doc groaned. Nancy snorted with laughter and clapped her free hand over her mouth. Lovie rolled her eyes, and Brother Anthony winked.

  He cleared his throat and tried again with, “To join Nancy and Doc, as-he-prefers-to-be-called-and-we-all-know-why, in holy matrimony.”

  Doc sent Nancy a sidelong look and shook his head, laughing. Nancy reached for his hand and squeezed it.

  “Now, I’ll just skip this part about anyone knowing any reason why these two shouldn’t get married,” Brother Anthony went on. “Because if town gossip is anything to go by—and you know it is—these two lovebirds are darn near perfect for each other.”

  “Amen!” someone in the congregation shouted, and was met by echoes of, “Amen!”

  “So let’s skip to the juicy part, eh?” Brother Anthony stood straighter. “Do you, Nancy Tilson—see, I got it right,” he said over his shoulder to Lovie.

  “Yes, dear, you did,” Lovie replied.

  “Take this big old hunk of veterinarian, Doc O’Donnell—who doesn’t want to be called by his given name because it’s silly—to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  “Yes, I do,” Nancy giggled, squeezing Doc’s hand.

  “And do you, Doc, take her, Port—just kidding.” He winked at Nancy, then went on with, “Nancy, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

  “I absolutely do,” Doc replied with the biggest smile Nancy had ever seen.

  “Well, there you go, then.” Brother Anthony closed his Bible with a loud snap. “By the power invested in me by God, the state of Wyoming, and all these good folks here who’ve been waiting for Elmer Fudd to find his Wascally Wabbit for years, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Go on and kiss her.”

  Doc ignored Brother Anthony’s shenanigans, and Nancy hardly heard them, her heart was so light. Doc turned to her and lifted her veil. The faintest hint of tears was in his eyes as he leaned closer to her. He took her face in his hands, then bent forward to capture her lips in the sweetest, most heartfelt kiss the world had ever seen. Nancy slipped her arms around him, wishing she’d thought to hand her bouquet off to Faith so that she could embrace Doc more fully.

  “Whoo-ee! Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” Brother Anthony called out.

  He was met with laughter. Doc and Nancy began to laugh as well, and with great reluctance, pulled away from each other.

  It was hours until they were able to fall back into each other’s arms. There were so many people to hug and thank and receive congratulations from, and that was only at the church. Once everything moved on to the reception hall—the same old warehouse where the horses had been housed before the race, now turned into a dancehall—there were people to talk to and toasts to make and cake to eat. Nancy barely felt the absence of her family, she was so busy being welcomed into another one. She had a feeling that she would get along like a house on fire with Elvie.

  “Doc keeps hounding me to move back here and help him expand his practice,” she shouted to Nancy over top of the dance music as the night wore on.

  “Oh, I think that would be wonderful,” Nancy replied. “It’d be great to have a real sister here.”

  “We’ll see how things go in Denver.” Elvie shrugged. “I mean, I have a fiancé, but honestly, I don’t like the way that’s all going. He’s turned out to be—well, never mind.”

  “No, no! You can always talk to me,” Nancy shouted back as strains of the song ‘We Are Family’ began to play.

  Elvie laughed. “Some other time. It’s your wedding! Enjoy it!”

  And she did. She really did. She and Doc danced with each other and the guests until their feet hurt. They drank just enough to have a good time without getting too spacey. And after the bouquet was tossed and the last toast offered, she and Doc hopped up onto Booyah’s back and rode out of the reception to cheers and showers of birdseed.

  Doc lived just outside of town, so Boo only had to carry them a few blocks. Once they reached the house, Honor and Angus were there to load Boo into a trailer to take him back to the Culpepper ranch. Doc escorted Nancy to the door, then swept her into his arms.

  “I’ve always wanted to carry a wife of my very own over the threshold,” he grinned as he shouldered the door open.

  Nancy sighed with exhausted joy as they crossed from the hot night into the cool brightness of Doc’s front room.

  “It’s not your very own threshold,” she told him before he could put her down.

  “Huh?” He gave her a confused look as he shut the door with his foot.

  “It’s our threshold now. Culpepper’s premier vet and the brand new editor of its fledgling newspaper.”

  “That was the best wedding present Sly could have possibly given us,” Doc said, then kissed her soundly.

  He set her on her feet, but Nancy twisted right back into his arms, planting a hot, urgent kiss on his lips. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good as when he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her toes to kiss her in return.

  “You sure you’ve got enough energy left for a wedding night?” he asked, already backing her toward the stairs that led up to the bedrooms.

  “Are you kidding?” she laughed. “I’ve waited my whole life to have my cherry popped by the man of my dreams.”

  Doc laughed out loud. “Well, that’s one way to put it.”

  “Honey, you can put it to me any way you’d like.” She stepped backwards up one stair to bring her face level with his, then gave him another searing kiss.

  They were both worked up and dripping with excitement by the time Doc leaned back from her. “You sure you’re not anxious about this? It’s your first time and all.”

  She sighed happily and draped her arms around his shoulders. “I love you, Doc. Better still, I know you. I know that you would never do anything to hurt me. I know that you’ll be as gentle as you can…until I’m ready for you to be as ungentle as I want you to be.”

  He laughed, but she could see the fire building behind his eyes. When he slipped his arms around her and down toward her backside, she pressed against him and wrapped her legs around his waist. He continued upstairs and into the bedroom in a hurry.

  “I know that this will be awesome,” she said between kisses. They reached the bedroom, and he slammed the door shut with his foot, the way he had the outside door, and set her on her feet.

  “All right, then, Mrs. Fudd. Let me just rip this wedding dress off you.”

  Nancy burst into laughter, but held up a hand to stop him. “It’s borrowed, so you can’t do any ripping.”

  “I see,” he answered with a frown of mock concern. “Then I’ll have to carefully remove it from your body and strip you down until you’re standing naked in front of me.”

  A chill rippled down Nancy’s spine, and she turned to offer the row of buttons down her back so he could do just that. Each brush of his fingertips as he worked his way down her back sent waves of desire through her. First time? No problem. She planned to enjoy every second of this.

  There were a few unromantic moments once Doc removed her dress where she had to quickly take it and put it on the hanger so that it could be returned to Grace in good condition. Doc was too conscientious to mess up his rented tux too. He climbed out of the jacket, vest, and pants as quickly as he could and folded them across the chair in the middle of the room. But they each saved their underwear for each other to remove.

  “This is not quite as romantic as I imagined it,” Nancy giggled as Doc fumbled with
the clasps at the back of her bra.

  “Yeah, why do they make these things so complicated?” he laughed.

  He made his way through the hooks at last, and as he slipped the straps off her shoulders and dropped the whole thing to the ground, Nancy’s breasts tingled and tightened. An arrow of heat shot straight to the aching spot between her legs as Doc closed his hands around her breasts, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she hummed in response. He wasn’t wearing a shirt at all, and his important bits were straining to get out of the fabric of his tighty-whiteys. She didn’t know what she wanted to do more, divest him of that last scrap of clothing or arch her back to help him play with her breasts even more.

  He bent down to kiss first one breast, then the other. She sighed with delight, but that sigh turned to a moan as he closed his mouth around one of her nipples. It was the hottest, most intense sensation she’d ever felt, and she wanted more. But there were other things she wanted too.

  With her legs near to shaking with desire, she took a step back, toward the bed. Doc lifted his head and came after her, which gave her the opportunity to reach for his underwear. She pushed the soft fabric down, then scooped her hands around everything that was revealed.

  Doc sucked in a breath and made the most tantalizing sound of approval as she filled her hands with his balls, testing what they felt like. Not too bad. Super hot. His staff was thick and hard and standing straight up. She’d heard all kinds of things about what a man could do with his magic wand, and was eager to try them all out. To start, she closed her hands around him and stroked him.

  He shouted and jerked his hips back and away from her, pulling out of her grasp.

  “What? Did I do something wrong?” She panicked.

  “No, sweetheart,” he replied, voice rough in a way that made her insides turn to lava. “You were doing it right. A little too right. I don’t want the fireworks to go off before we’ve enjoyed the full show.

  “Ah.” She nodded. Then giggled. Had she really almost caused an explosion just as they were getting started? The thought thrilled her and filled her with a sense of power. “Then let’s get this show started,” she said in a throaty voice.

  Doc didn’t hesitate. He lifted her by her hips and spread her back across his bed. The sudden tip in gravity went deeper than simply shifting to horizontal. It spun her very soul around as Doc spread her legs apart, then crawled between them. He felt so good there, where no other man would ever be. As he inched his way up so that he could kiss her lips, she wriggled her hips and pulled her knees up so that she could wrap her whole body around him. It felt so good that she could hardly stop herself from sighing with pleasure at his every touch.

  She might have been a green novice, but Doc certainly knew what he was doing, and she was glad for it. He kissed her until she was giddy, then moved on, drawing his lips and tongue across her neck and shoulders. He spent a good long time suckling her breasts and flicking his tongue across her nipples, teasing and arousing her until she was about ready to burst. Then his hands continued the downward journey, caressing her hips and backside. All the while, he whispered sweet words of love and promises to keep her safe always.

  Then his hand slipped along the outside of her leg and up the inside. She gasped as he brushed his fingertips against the hot, needy part of her. Her muscles twitched and she could feel the slide of moisture making her body ready for him. He explored her deeply, touching and stroking and testing her body’s limits, as if he was learning her every response and deciding exactly how to go about what came next.

  When his explorations found an anchor at her nub of pleasure, she cried out with longing. He rubbed and swirled around that spot, building the tension in her core tighter and hotter with every second. She let her hips open further, tilted into him, and with a delicious rush of sensation, her body exploded into waves of bliss.

  “Doc,” she cried out, every inch of her sparkling.

  He responded to her call by lifting himself up along her body as the waves began to recede, and positioning himself in the absolute perfect spot. A moment later and he thrust into her. It wasn’t rough or painful, as she’d been given to believe. There was a brief tweak, but it was soon eclipsed by the amazing sensation of being stretched and filled that she arched her back and moaned, “More.”

  A throaty laugh bubbled up from Doc, followed by a long groan as he rocked back, then forward again. He set a deep, slow, luxurious pace at first, and Nancy felt the fire begin to build in her once more.

  Slow wasn’t good enough, and before long Doc was moving faster, deeper, and harder. “Yes,” Nancy sighed, wrapping her hands around his back. “Yes.”

  She held on, eyes closed, zeroing her full attention in on the way he moved and filled her. He let himself go, and was soon growling with the most exciting sounds of enjoyment Nancy had ever heard. It was so primal and so perfect, and before she was ready, another wave of pleasure broke over her.

  It matched Doc’s climax. He let out a deep moan, and with a few more thrusts, began to slow. In the wake of the movement and heat and rush of blood, Nancy was left with a feeling of utter contentment and love beyond anything she could imagine.

  “I love you so much, Doc,” she panted as they flopped and loosened in completion.

  “I love you too,” he said through heavy breaths, rolling to his side. “And I always will.”

  At last, Nancy opened her eyes and looked into his. She could see her entire future in those warm, loving depths. It would be a future of partnership and prosperity. Fate had brought them together, and together they would stay, forever.

  About the Author

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  Acknowledgments

  Writing a series in tandem with another writer can be a huge challenge, but Kirsten Osbourne and I were born for it. The two of us get up to all sorts of shenanigans on paper and on those rare occasions when we can get together in real life. But I owe a huge debt of gratitude to her for coming up with this crazy idea. We’ve had so much fun checking in with each other and giggling over the hijinks these characters have gotten into! Thanks also to my excellent beta-readers, Carly Cole and Jolene Stewart. And a big, big thanks to my editor, Cissie Patterson, for doing an outstanding job, as always, and for leaving hilarious comments throughout the manuscript. Also, a big round of applause for my marketing and promo mistress, Sara Benedict.

  And a special thank you to the Pioneer Hearts group! Do you love Western Historical Romance? Wanna come play with us? Become a member at https://www.facebook.com/groups/pioneerhearts/

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