Her Kind of Hero - Cindy Kirk Page 0,71

it. We’re stronger, happier, better together. If I had a list, it’d be a short one because there would be only one thing on it, and that would be your name. You, Mitzi Sanchez, are the only woman I’ll ever want, the only woman who can make my life complete, the only one I’ll ever love.”

Tears of joy slipped down her cheeks.

Keenan flipped open the box and took out the beautiful blue topaz ring. “Will you do me the honor—and make me the happiest man on the planet—by agreeing to become my wife?”

“Yes,” she said, and he slipped the ring on her finger. “Yes. A thousand times, yes.”

Keenan rose and pulled Mitzi into his arms just as the French doors opened.

Cassidy surveyed the scene and her bright red lips lifted into a smile. She sighed lustily, took a huge gulp of champagne then lifted the now-empty glass in a toast. “Here’s to true love and happy endings.”

Keenan looked at Mitzi, at the woman he loved who miraculously loved him back. He tightened his hold on her and laughed with pure joy. “I couldn’t put it better myself.”

Epilogue

Mitzi’s wedding day dawned bright and sunny in Jackson Hole. Though she knew she could have had a big ceremony, once she and Keenan decided to do it, they wanted to be married now. If it had been just up to them, they’d have headed off that night for Las Vegas.

But this wasn’t just about them. This was an occasion for family and friends to gather and celebrate. When Mitzi had told Kate and Betsy over a lunch at Hill of Beans that they were thinking of a January wedding, Kate had been stunned. Who got married in January?

Mitzi had smiled.

Betsy had reminded Kate that this couple had never been traditional.

“You look beautiful,” Kate told Mitzi, adjusting her dress.

Though the small wedding had turned into two hundred guests, the only things Mitzi wanted was a slinky gown and for Keenan to wear a black tux. When she’d told Keenan that just seeing him in black made her want to jump him, he’d laughed and told her black was his new favorite color.

“You look perfect.” Betsy’s eyes shimmered with tears as she stepped back to survey her almost-sister-in-law.

Mitzi felt beautiful and surprisingly calm. A serene peace had settled around her shoulders when she’d slipped on the dress. A feeling of rightness. This was what she was meant to do and Keenan was the man meant to journey with her down this path. She knew it in her heart. She knew it in her soul.

The sound of the organ filled the small waiting area off the main seating area. Her stomach jittered with anticipation.

“Almost show time.” Resplendent in her emerald-green dress, identical in color to the one Betsy wore, Kate leaned over and lightly kissed Mitzi’s cheek. “All happiness, dear friend.”

Mitzi blinked away sudden tears. She was doing a good job keeping them in check until Betsy took her in a fierce hug.

“I always wanted a sister,” Betsy whispered. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

“I love you both.” Mitzi’s voice grew thick with emotion as she thought of the upcoming years and all the good times they’d share.

She’d have left Jackson Hole if that was what Keenan wanted, or needed to do, for his career. But Mrs. Van Ness had not only reconsidered her decision and asked to have him fly for her company, she’d apologized.

Mitzi thought someone had to have intervened for such an about-face, but Keenan couldn’t think who had that clout. Regardless, Jackson Hole would remain their home, and Mitzi couldn’t be happier.

“Are you ready?” Betsy asked.

“I don’t have my veil on yet.” Mitzi glanced around the small room. “Where is it?”

“Cassidy was fooling with it.” Kate pulled her brows together. “I’ll see—”

Before Kate could go in search of her other bridesmaid, Cass walked through the door. It wasn’t the headdress with veil Mitzi had selected. It was—

Mitzi’s breath caught. “A tiara.”

Cassidy grinned. “Keenan wanted to surprise you. He said you always wanted a tiara. He hoped it’d make the day extra special.”

Love welled up in her already full heart and spilled over in tears. He knew her so well.

“Hey, hey.” Cassidy rushed over, now alarmed. “No crying. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

“I’m just so ha-appy.” Mitzi sniffled then accepted the tissue Betsy handed her.

“The way everyone should be on their wedding day.” Cassidy’s tone may have been matter-of-fact, but her eyes held the sheen of tears.

Once the tiara and veil were secured, Cassidy straightened