take your clothes off?”
“In this context, yes.”
“God, I love you,” I said, laughing again.
“Good thing. You’re stuck with me now.”
“Never wanted anything more.”
I’d only just started kissing her before the music changed again, and Presley’s voice came over the speakers, directing everyone to our designated exit. Olivia disappeared for a minute, coordinating her things with Presley, and I shook hands with those who offered, accepting kisses on the cheek and well wishes from the rest as they flowed toward the wide path they’d marked with lanterns in the grass. Presley appeared and began passing out sparklers. The sun hung low enough to kiss the treetops when Olivia slipped her arms around my waist and smiled up at me.
“You ready for this to be over?” she asked.
“Over? We’re barely getting started.”
She beamed. “See? Romantic.”
“It’s your fault. You made me love you like this.”
“It was the boots, wasn’t it?”
“A hundred percent the boots.”
I leaned in to kiss her again, but Presley yelled, “Come on, lovebirds!”
“I swear to God if I get interrupted kissing my wife one more time …”
Olivia just laughed and grabbed my hand, and together we ran down the path toward the pink tractor where it sat waiting for us with cans dangling from the back. I climbed up first, then helped her into my lap. And when I turned it on, Olivia waved behind us, squealing through the lurch when I put it into gear.
And then there was nothing but me and her.
Off we bumbled, leaving the party behind us. I wondered for a minute what we looked like—her skirts took up almost the entire cab.
She smiled at me like she knew a secret.
“What?” I asked.
“We’re married.”
“Damn straight we are. You’re all mine.”
“Oh, I’ve been all yours forever.”
“Yeah, but now there’s a ring on your finger that tells everybody else. I want the whole world to know that you belong to me just like I belong to you.” With one hand on the wheel, I tipped her so I could gaze upon the face I loved so desperately.
When I kissed her, I kissed her good and well. Kissed her like a man who owned the world. Kissed her like I was the luckiest man to ever walk the earth.
And this time, there were no interruptions.
Thank you so much for reading Bet The Farm! I hope you’re ready to put on your rain boots and head out to find some baby cows to love on.
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SNEAK PEEK: Friends With Benedicts
PRESLEY
The amount of coffee Texans consumed in hundred degree weather astounded me.
I made my eleventyith turn about the diner with the steaming coffee pot in my hand, smiling my Tip Me smile, praying to the grease gods that the backup pot I had going would be finished brewing by the time I made it back behind the counter. This one was nearly dead.
It was unnatural, really. How anyone could drink anything besides water, beer, or sweet tea in this heat was beyond me, but here they all sat, swigging their drug of choice faster than science should have allowed.
Ding. “Order up!”
“Perfect timing,” I said to my empty pot as I hurried to the window where breakfast plates waited to be swept away to their forever homes.
Seconds later, plates were stacked up one arm, and I whirled back onto the floor for distribution.
It was