When Kaylee had asked Wes what kind of wedding he wanted, he’d requested something small, but had left it up to her. Truthfully, Kaylee wasn’t interested in anything elaborate either. That was how they ended up at the Chapel of the Twin Pines in South Lake Tahoe with her mother, a less angry father, now that Wes had made her “a respectable woman,” and Wes’s four brothers. Along with one wife, one girlfriend, and a retired secretary of Club Tahoe who was more of a part of the family to Wes and his brothers.

Hunt caught the bouquet and the garter, then proceeded to flirt shamelessly with the only single woman in the room—the fifty-dollar photographer they’d paid to capture their magical moment.

At some point during the wedding, Hunt had disappeared, presumably with the photographer. Bran, Adam, and Levi had started drinking heavily from silver flasks Kaylee was suspicious of, and her father had started singing “Bella Maria.” Apparently, Wes had given her father his own flask, and her conservative dad had taken the opportunity to imbibe at his only child’s wedding.

It was the most crazy, romantic, beautiful wedding, and it had been perfect.

Esther, their former secretary and close family friend, walked up to Wes and gave him a big squeeze. “I’m so happy for you, dear.” She pulled out an envelope. “Just one small thing from your father.”

“My father?” He looked confused.

“He wanted you to have it when the time was right,” Esther said. “Asked me to wait until you’d fallen in love.”

“My dad, Ethan Cade, talked about love?”

She grinned. “Yes, he did.”

Wes shook his head. “Okay.” He opened the envelope and read the letter.

Tears filled his eyes. “Fuck.”

“Is everything okay?” Kaylee asked.

“Fine. Just my father pulling at the heartstrings from the grave.” He handed her the letter.

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Kaylee reached over and gave him a hug. “He loved you.”

“It would seem so.”

“Did you really not know?”

“I knew, but you read the letter. He wasn’t great at showing it.” He looked into her eyes. “He’s right about one thing, though. I’ll always put you and our children first.”

She cupped his jaw. “I don’t doubt it anymore. I know you will.”

“Well, I’m off,” Esther said, breaking the heavy mood. “I have a date with a wealthy retiree.”

Wes shook his head. “Esther, you’re like a second mom to me. Please don’t share these things. You dating gives me disturbing visuals.”

She chuckled and kissed him on the cheek, then gave Kaylee a hug. “Be happy.”

“We will,” Kaylee said.

They watched Esther saunter out, charming the group as she went.

Wes caught Kaylee’s eye and slipped his arm around her ever-expanding waist now that she was six months along. “Are you happy?”

She smiled at him. “Very.”

He looked around. At her father still singing in the middle of the room while her mother covered her eyes. At the guys drinking in the corner. And at the plastic bouquets decorating the “chapel.” “It was a rather charming wedding. We couldn’t have done better. But I insist on a kickass honeymoon.”

“You mean babymoon. This belly goes where I go.”

He leaned down and nuzzled her ear. “The belly is the best part. Do I need to remind you, six orgasms? I’m shooting for seven.”

Kaylee felt her face flush. Wes had been serious with his multiple orgasms research. Never had a man been more determined, and boy did she reap the benefits. “Okay, but only if you insist.”

“I do.” A mischievous look came over his face. “And I say we start now.”

Kaylee found herself slipping out the back alley of the Chapel of the Twin Pines in the arms of her husband, laughing as he cursed the width of the back door while he wielded his growing wife through it. They made it back to their house to christen another bedroom before the rest of the wedding party showed up.

And Wes beat his orgasm goal, making his wife a very, very happy woman.