her own green gown and listened for the music. “I believe that’s our cue to line up.”
Cassidy started down the aisle first, a curvy blonde scattering rose petals like a fairy nymph. Kate and Betsy flanked each side of the bride.
Mitzi saw her mother, sister and nieces sitting in the family pew at the front of the church. Her mother held Nate. About time they had a little boy in the family, she’d told Mitzi.
The rest of the sanctuary was filled with friends and colleagues. Even Mrs. Van Ness was there, sitting beside Bill and his family.
She had no hard feelings toward the woman, Mitzi realized. In fact, her actions and the resulting turmoil had allowed her and Keenan to grow closer as a couple and embrace what was truly important.
At the end of the aisle was what truly mattered. Keenan McGregor. The man who was not only her friend and lover but would soon be her husband, for all eternity.
Her hand rose to touch the tiara and she saw his smile widen. She glanced at the ring on her hand, the one linking her love to his.
Mitzi couldn’t imagine a more perfect wedding day. She had a tiara on her head, a blue stone on her finger and her very own prince waiting with love in his eyes.
The perfect prescription, she thought, as she took her first step down the aisle, for living happily ever after.
From Cindy Kirk:
Thank you so much for spending time with Mitzi and Keenan. It warmed my heart to see how Keenan’s friends had never lost faith in him and supported him in his darkest hour. He and Mitzi were such a fun couple so I was happy to share their story with you.
If you’ve fallen in love with Jackson Hole and the wonderful people who live there, you’re going to love IT STARTED WITH JOY.
This book is a reader favorite and Derek, Rachel and Joy hold a special place in my heart. This book went beyond Derek and Rachel’s love story. It was also Joy’s story, a foster child with a need for a family to call her own. Fans of uplifting romance LOVE this book and I know you will too.
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Sneak Peek of It Started with Joy
One of Derek Rossi’s earliest memories was throwing a Wiffle ball to his dad. Since that day he’d pitched in more baseball games in his thirty-two years than he could count. Surprisingly, he’d never been hit. Until today.
He didn’t even see the ball which dropped him to his knees. One minute he was talking with the coordinator of the Pitching and Catching Workshop, watching the boys and girls leave the Jackson Hole Indoor Sports Facility. The next, his head was pounding like a son of a gun. Derek blinked, trying to clear his suddenly blurred vision.
As if by magic a blond-haired blue-eyed angel appeared and knelt before him, her brows furrowed in concern. She smelled like vanilla and the bright lights in the gym gave her an ethereal glow. It didn’t seem right to be on his knees before such a creature. He tried to stand, but she grabbed his arm and held on tight.
“Sit down.” The warmth of her touch jolted him back to reality and told him this was no apparition. “I need to make sure you’re okay before you start moving around.”
The beating of the bass drum in his head nearly drowned out her words. Derek struggled to focus. “Are you a doctor?”
“Emergency room nurse.” She held up her left hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
He squinted and the hand came into focus. “Two.”
Her gaze met his and for a second he found himself floating, drowning in the azure depths… Until he became conscious of the noise—and the people—moving closer, encircling him, suffocating him.
The woman must have sensed his sudden distress because her voice rang out above the conversational din. “Everyone, back up.”
“Come on, folks, move along,” a man’s voice echoed. “He’ll be fine.”
The crowd dispersed and Derek’s panic subsided. Chatter turned to a distant hum. Ron Evans, one of the event’s coordinators, stepped in Derek’s field of vision. But the older man’s focus was on the nurse. “Should we call an ambulance?”
“No ambulance,” Derek answered for her. The last thing he needed was more publicity. Besides, he felt okay. Or he would if his head would quit pounding.
“I don’t believe an ambulance is necessary, Ron.