“I love you, too.” The love in her eyes dazzled him.
“It’s my great honor and privilege to be the first to introduce Mr. and Mrs. McGrath.”
Tate took Liz’s hand and turned to their cheering guests. He kissed the back of her hand right next to the sparkling rings he’d slipped on her finger moments ago.
Drake and Declan both slapped him on the back, making his cracked ribs throb, but he was too damn happy to care.
Liz took her flowers from Trinity and accepted a kiss on the cheek from his sister and Adria.
Their friends and family stood as he led Liz back down the aisle and the photographer he’d completely forgotten was even there snapped photos of them.
His brothers, Trinity, and Adria hung back with him and Liz to take pictures as the guests made their way back to the stables and the party waiting to happen.
They posed for what seemed like a thousand photos, but his and Liz’s smiles never wavered because this was their day to shine and bask in the love that held them together all these years. They knew it would see them through the years to come.
Everyone headed back to the ranch, leaving him alone for a moment with Liz. Finally.
“I can’t wait for everything that’s to come.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. “No matter what, it’s you and me, cowboy.”
Announcement to Love of a Cowboy
Keep reading for a sneak peek at
LOVE OF A COWBOY,
the next book in the McGraths series by Jennifer Ryan
Coming March 2021 from Avon Books
Chapter One
Skye Kennedy snuck toward the master bedroom, drawn by Gabriel’s harsh voice and the ominous feeling she couldn’t ignore. She peeked through the ajar door and stared, horrified by the anger blazing in his eyes. Gabriel held Lucy trembling in front of him, his hands fisted in her linen shift dress, his body bent toward her as she leaned away, his face an inch from hers.
Skye didn’t recognize who Gabriel had become.
The boy she grew up with had turned into a very dangerous man.
Poor Lucy. She couldn’t get away. Not that she tried. Fear held her wide-eyed and docile.
Lucy’s fear echoed through Skye.
“What will my bride think if you bring that bastard into this world?” Rage and disgust filled Gabriel’s unbelievable words.
They stopped Skye’s heart.
If she wasn’t mistaken, in this case, “bride” referred to her.
Skye didn’t like being told what to do, which is why she’d never agree to be his wife.
But several of the other Sunrise young ladies couldn’t wait to marry the men Gabriel—in an unprecedented dictate—handpicked for them. They thought it an honor to marry into his inner circle of tried-and-true, trusted friends.
Believers in his new vision for Sunrise.
She didn’t believe in Gabriel’s new direction. It led them down a dangerous road. And if the rest of the Sunrise Fellowship community outside Gabriel’s circle of friends knew what he was doing behind their backs, they’d cast him out once and for all. But for the sake of the community and all they believed in, Skye worked in the shadows to find a way to take down Gabriel without him turning the tables on her for going against him.
Right now, she feared she’d taken too long to oust him, and Gabriel was about to do something else to prove how far he’d strayed from their ideals.
Tears streamed down Lucy’s pale face. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
Skye had no idea, nor did she care, that Gabriel had been sleeping with Lucy.
Gabriel pulled Lucy even closer, their noses nearly touching. “Who did you tell?”
Lucy patted Gabriel’s chest with one shaking hand, trying to soothe him, but nothing, not even the child she carried, seemed to calm Gabriel’s ire. “No one. Just you. Please, Gabriel, he’s your son.”
“Skye will give me strong sons. She’s the only one worthy to be my wife.”
He’d always had a thing for her. She avoided him when possible. When that didn’t work, she tried to be kind like she’d been taught, but careful about how much attention or interest she showed Gabriel.
She didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.
Not that he cared what she wanted either way.
“She will stand beside me. Not you.”
Never. Not going to happen.
A desperate plea filled Lucy’s eyes. “But you said I was chosen.”
Gabriel sneered at her. “You were. To serve me. And you’ve served your purpose.”
So cruel.
He was one of those people who thought everyone loved him and you were lucky to be his