Epilogue
Hudson
One Year Later
“Stand still,” Hayden mutters. “Your bow tie is more crooked than a dog"s hind leg.”
I laugh, jostling his hands even more. “And you"re picking up some seriously hokey s**t from Emery"s mom.”
He grins. “What can I say? Her Midwest-isms are catchy.” He finishes adjusting my tie and slaps me on the shoulder. “I still can"t believe you"re getting married, dude. And before me, too. How the f**k did that happen?”
I know what he means. If someone had told me last year that I"d find a girlfriend—let alone a wife, this quickly—I would have laughed in their face. And then probably punched them. I didn"t understand why or how a man could tie himself down like that.
But Gracie showed me that a good relationship doesn"t tie you down. It sets you free. It means tha
