Rosalie whispered his name.
“Gideon.”
His eyes widened.
“Again,” he murmured.
She smiled.
“Gideon.”
He heard enough.
They married again three days later.
Not legally.
The first ceremony had already accomplished that.
This one was for themselves.
Merrick repaired the chapel steps beforehand.
Dr.
Mercer traveled from Helena.
Several ranch hands attended with their families.
Even Sheriff Cole came.
Rosalie wore her mother’s faded ivory gown again.
But this time, she changed one thing.
She removed the old Ashford lace from the collar and replaced it with simple white ribbon she had sewn herself.
Gideon stood at the front in a dark coat.
When Rosalie entered, he turned before anyone touched his shoulder.
Later she asked how he had known.
He wrote:
Floor moved.
She accused him of cheating.
He insisted vibration counted.
There was laughter.
Some he heard.
Most he did not.
But Gideon no longer looked ashamed when
