No Matter What (The Billionaires of Sawgrass #4) - Delaney Cameron Page 0,84

Robin asked.

“I’d be insulted if you went with anyone else.”

She pushed the trolley holding her supplies out of the way. “It’s all yours.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Robin turned to Reece. “The bride’s aunt will be here soon. I told her I’d be finished around three. Once she signs for the cake, we can leave.” She held out her hand and looked at her ring in much the same way he’d seen Sylvie do. “Then we can tell everyone our exciting news.”

He hid a smile. They’d certainly be doing that, but not at first. This was a moment in time that could never be repeated. He intended to stretch it out as long as he could before sharing it with anyone else.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Robin stood alone at the window. Addison and Clayton would be here soon to drive her to Church by the Sea. She hadn’t thought she’d be this nervous. After all, she’d been involved in hundreds of weddings, a fact that didn’t seem to make any difference. In the others, she’d been on the outside looking in. Today the couple getting married was her and Reece.

Kait had insisted on serving her breakfast in bed before leaving to go to Truly Scrumptious to take care of Robin’s beautifully understated wedding cake. The cake tasting session with Reece had taken twice as long as normal and involved more kissing than anything else. In the end, they went with coconut cake filled with coconut buttercream. A dozen baby blue fondant cherry blossoms provided the only contrast to the white icing.

Not long after Kait’s departure, Miles had arrived to pick up Owen. They’d spent the last few days moving their things into the house in Sawgrass. Owen had been thrilled with his new bedroom. Robin had let him help pick out the furniture. Not surprisingly, he’d wanted a space theme for his curtains, sheets and bedspread.

Her glance flicked to the dress hanging from the doorframe in its clear plastic bag. She would cherish the memories of those fun-filled shopping trips with Aunt Leigh. There was no one better equipped to keep one’s mind on the task at hand. Along with finding the perfect dress, Robin had learned all sorts of things about the man she was about to marry. In keeping with her vintage ring, she’d chosen a white lace and tulle dress with cap sleeves and a full skirt. Pale blue sandals were her something blue.

Neither Reece nor Robin wanted a huge wedding. The guest list was limited to family and close friends. Etiquette had dictated that Wade be sent an invitation. He’d sent his regrets along with the words ‘I told you so’ scrawled across the bottom of his RSVP card. Robin was secretly relieved that the first meeting with him following their breakup wouldn’t be at her wedding.

The sound of a car in the driveway took her to the door. Clayton made short work of loading her luggage into the back of his new SUV, a purchase made in readiness for Anthony’s arrival next month. Robin carefully draped her dress over the backseat before joining Addison inside.

An hour later, she was standing at the back of the church with Reece’s father. At the other end stood Reece, looking every inch the handsome prince in a black tux. His eyes never wavered from hers during the slow march down the aisle. His smile was for her alone. The jumbled knot of nerves in her mid-section never had a chance.

The words that made them man and wife were simple, but no less poignant and beautiful. She kept thinking back to Reece’s comment about finding your soulmate among seven billion people. It really was a miracle. He was right about something else as well. What she’d thought was love hadn’t even scratched the surface.

A white limo took them from the church to the reception. It was the first time they’d been alone since last night. Reece wasn’t slow to take advantage of it. The brush of his fingers on her skin and the gentle pressure of his lips on her mouth put an exclamation point on the vows they’d exchanged.

After making so many wedding cakes for other couples, it was finally her turn to experience the time-honored (and surprisingly romantic) tradition of cutting the cake with the man she intended to grow old with. When he took her into his arms on the dance floor, she felt like Cinderella at the ball. The only difference was she didn’t have to worry about her cup of happiness