Fancy Meeting You Here (Brody & Fancy) ***Contains spoilers for Tickle His Fancy. Samantha A. Cole


Exiting the private jet’s lavatory, Brody Evans ducked into the kitchen area and grabbed two bottled waters from the refrigerator before returning to the couch his fiancée was sitting on. He plucked the notepad and pen from her hands and replaced them with one of the bottles. “Drink up, Ms. Fancy Maguire, soon to be Mrs. Fancy Evans, and stop worrying about all the little details. Everything’s going to be just fine.”

She snorted as she opened the bottle. “Says the man who only needs to make sure his Navy whites are pressed and his shoes are shined.”

Plopping down next to her, he tossed the pen and pad into her over-sized purse sitting on the floor by her feet. “I resent that remark. I’ve got a lot of things to do, mainly making my beautiful fiancée relaxed and happy before making her my wife in three days.”

They were on their way to Dallas in the Trident Security jet, with CC Chapman in the pilot’s seat. The other occupants included bridesmaids Katerina Michaelson and Harper DeAngelis, whose husbands would be joining them on Friday, the day before the wedding. Kat was reclining in one of the plush, leather chairs, while Harper sat at a table, typing a court brief on her laptop. Brody’s niece, Jenn Mullins, and Boomer Michaelson’s teenage foster sister, Alyssa Wagner, were entertaining Mara, Harper and Marco’s toddler, with cartoons on the TV and some toys.

The rest of the gang from Trident—Ian and Angie Sawyer, Devon and Kristen Sawyer, Jake Donovan, Nick Sawyer, Marco, and Boomer—would be arriving on Friday along with some friends from The Covenant—Mitch Sawyer, Tyler Ellis, and Tori Freyja, Tiny Daultry, and Roxy and Kayla London. Brody and Fancy’s next-door neighbors, whose twin five-year-old daughters were going to be flower girls, and her employees from her bakery would be coming as well. Chase Dixon from Blackhawk Security was also attending the wedding and offered to fly everyone west so Fancy and Brody could take this jet today. Meanwhile, a few friends from SEAL Team Four, including Curt Bannerman and his wife Dana, Pete Archer, Steve Romanelli, Neil Radovsky, and others would be flying in from all over the United States. Finally, the Sawyer brothers’ parents, Chuck and Marie, US spies, T. Carter and Jordyn Alvarez, and Boomer’s folks, Rick and Eileen, were arriving on Friday too. The TS Omega Team would be running Trident while the Alpha Team was in Texas for a few days.

At the Evans family ranch on the outskirts of Dallas people had been busy. Since Fancy’s family was scattered around the US, Brody and Fancy had decided to have the wedding in Texas where his large family all lived. Every October, his parents threw a huge, old-fashioned hoe-down that their extended family and friends all looked forward to. So many people attended that, as the family had grown, they’d made it a tradition to wear color-coordinated name tags so any newcomers could easily learn who was who, who they were married to, and whose kids were theirs, among other details. It had helped Fancy tremendously when she’d attended her first one a few months ago. Since the family prepared for and ran the annual event with such efficiency, it had been easy for them to organize the backyard wedding—they’d done it before for two of his three sisters and one of his two brothers. Tents, a dance floor, the stage for the band, and catering had all been arranged. Fancy had spent many hours on Skype with her Aunt Denise in Cleveland, and Brody’s mom, sisters, and sisters-in-law, planning and coordinating. They’d found a bridal shop in both Tampa and Dallas that stocked the same designers and were able to pick out a dress that all the bridesmaids could order and be fitted for without a hassle. Then there was selecting the right flowers, table linens, band, photographer, videographer, and the Lord knew what else. Brody’s mom, Elise, had arranged for Fancy’s employees to use the kitchen of a local bakery after hours Friday evening to put together and decorate the individualized cake pieces they were baking on Thursday.

Now that he thought about it, Brody realized he hadn’t done a tenth of what Fancy and the other women had for the wedding. Oh, he’d helped pick out colors and a few other things, but he knew they’d done so much more. And knowing his family, he was certain it would be an event to remember, even if he hadn’t been marrying the woman who’d won his heart.

Picking up her hand, he kissed her knuckles before eyeing the oval diamond surrounded by ruby baguettes set in white gold on her ring finger. It matched the formal collar she was wearing that told the BDSM world she was spoken for. Her wedding band was also white gold, just as his was. They were in his nearby computer bag where he knew he wouldn’t misplace the small boxes. He’d give them to Marco, his best man, right before the ceremony.

Brody’s fiancee was an incredibly beautiful woman, and he was lucky enough to have won her heart. Luscious and generous curves, ivory skin with a smattering of freckles on her face, shoulders, and chest, gorgeous and full auburn hair, and green eyes he could get lost in for hours all combined to make most men take an appreciative look. And she was all his—every delicious inch of her.

Fancy smiled at him then reached for her pad and pen. When she sat back up, he noticed she was a little pale and took them from her again. “You’re pushing yourself too hard, sweetness. Everything is going to go like clockwork knowing my family. Why don’t you lie down and take a nap for a bit? We have just over an hour before we land.”


He cut her off. “No buts. Lie down and relax—that’s an order. There will be plenty of time to go through your checklist when we get to the ranch. Don’t make me spank you.” His threat was said in a low, soft tone so Jenn and Alyssa didn’t overhear. While they were fully aware of the BDSM club, The Covenant, that was located in the Trident Security compound, they’d never been in it and didn’t need to know what went on behind the closed doors. Alyssa was still a teenager and twenty-one-year-old Jenn didn’t want to imagine her surrogate uncles and godfather, Ian, having sex, as she’d told them on numerous occasions. Brody didn’t care if Harper or Kat heard him, though, since they were in the lifestyle and knew as well as Fancy did that a spanking could be for a punishment, pleasure, or stress release.

Grabbing a nearby throw pillow, he placed it on his lap and patted it. Sighing, Fancy swung her feet up onto the couch and laid her head on the pillow. “Fine. But when we get to the ranch, I’m sure I’ll be running around like a chicken without a head, even with your sisters and mom helping.”

Brody ran his fingers up and down her bare arm. “Which is all the more reason for you to sleep now. I don’t want you so stressed out that you can’t enjoy the wedding . . . and the wedding night,” he added with a grin.

Fancy climbed out of the SUV Brody had rented at the airport, as Harper parked the one she’d gotten next to it. They’d needed all the space they could get to transport everyone, the luggage, and the bridal party’s dresses. It was a beautiful afternoon at Paradise Pastures, the Quarter Horse breeding ranch on 200 acres of land that the Evans family owned. In addition to the normal bustling activity on the property, there were vans and people prepping the large area behind the main house where the wedding reception would take place.

The ceremony itself was being held in the one of the ranch’s many meadows. It’d been kept clean of the animals for the past six weeks according to Brody’s father, Gerard, so no one would be stepping on poop. He’d been seeding and watering the fenced-in area so the grass would be nice and plush. A trellis was being set up and decorated with flowers to serve as the dais where the family’s priest, Father Cartwright, would marry the couple. Instead of chairs, bales of hay, covered with soft throw blankets, would be the seats for the guests who’d been encouraged to wear comfortable, western clothing and cowboy boots. Brody would be in his Navy whites for the ceremony before changing into a new pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. As for Fancy’s dress, it had a simple, country flair to it, and she’d be able to wear it all day in comfort.

This would be so different from Fancy’s formal wedding to her first husband, who’d been killed in a car accident several years ago, with a huge ball gown at a catering hall. But it was perfect for Brody and the woman Fancy had become since meeting him. He’d been the final piece of the puzzle she’d needed to pull her from her grief back into the land of the living, and she loved him with all her heart.

Leaving the luggage in the vehicles for now, she and Brody took out the boxes of pastries they’d brought, then led the way to the front door. Although all of the Alpha Team had been to the ranch on many occasions, most of their women hadn’t been there before. Harper was pointing out all the animals in the pens and pastures to the east of the main house to Mara who was clapping and babbling with delight. Jenn was telling Alyssa and Kat all she knew about the ranch, having visited several times with her uncles and deceased parents.

Before they reached the door, it swung open and Brody’s mom and sister Doreen came out with open arms, hugging everyone they already knew and introducing themselves to the newcomers. Elise gave Fancy an extra-long hug—she’d loved her future daughter-in-law from the moment she’d met her, knowing she was the perfect mate for her son. “I’m so glad you’re finally here! I hope you love how we set everything up.”

“I’m sure I will, Elise. We can’t thank you enough for all the work you’ve put into the wedding.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure.” She released Fancy and gave her a stern look. “Now, remember what I told you. If there’s something you don’t like or aren’t happy about, I want you to tell me so we can change it. It’s your wedding and you deserve to have it exactly as you want it. I promise I won’t be insulted.”

“I’m sure everything is perfect. The only thing that would make it not perfect is if Brody doesn’t show up.”

The women all laughed as Brody gave her a loving swat on the butt. “Like that would ever happen. You, sweetness, are not going to be the one who got away.”

As everyone followed Brody into the house, they chatted with each other like a bunch of hens. There were at least three different conversations going on at the same time, and Fancy found herself trying to follow them all. After dropping the bakery boxes onto the large island in the kitchen, Brody grabbed Fancy’s hand and brought her out the backdoor with the rest of the women on their heels. The massive tents were being set up, and there were stacks of chairs and round folding tables waiting to be placed under them. The area had been spruced up for the occasion and Fancy noted a few new trees and flowering shrubs had been added since last October.

Brody’s dad was explaining to the men from the party-supply company where he wanted each tent erected, but glanced up when the small crowd on the back porch caught his attention. His eyes lit up, and with a few final words to the workers, he strode across the expanse. Brody met Gerard at the bottom of the steps and gave him a hug and some back slaps, which were returned in kind. The older man then climbed the stairs, pulled Fancy into a warm embrace, and kissed her cheek. “Hey, beautiful! It’s great to see you. How was the flight?”

“Great. I think the Trident jet has ruined me for commercial flights though.”

“I have no doubt,” he responded with a chuckle. Letting her go, he grinned at Mara in her mother’s arms. “Hey there, sweet pea. You’re getting big. Remember me?” The little girl clearly did as she reached out, wanting him to hold her, which he did. She’d been fascinated with Gerard for some reason when he, Elise, and Brody’s eldest brother, Brett, had flown down to Tampa when Fancy’s former brother-in-law had tried to kill Brody during an insane, jealous rage. Corey Maguire had developed a sick obsession with her and had caused the car accident that’d killed his brother and put Fancy into a coma. He’d gone out of control after Fancy had started dating Brody, and had kidnapped his perceived rival and tried to torture him to death—coming very close to succeeding. He’d then been shot and killed during Brody’s rescue.

“Fancy, come here.” Brody gestured to where he was standing at the fence to the meadow where they’d be saying their vows in a few days. The trellis had already been set in place, but was currently bare. The florist would be putting the fresh flowers on it early Saturday morning while the ranch hands arranged the bales of hay for the makeshift pews.

Descending the steps, she joined her fiancé with a smile on her face. “What?”

He pulled her in front of him, facing the trellis, her back to his chest, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She felt him exhale softly against her ear. “That’s where I’m going to be standing, waiting for you to meet me so we can become husband and wife. I love you, sweetness, and I plan on telling and showing you that every day for the rest of my life.”


The next day, while Fancy was out with his sisters, Kat, Harper, Jenn, and Alyssa, running errands and picking up the last of the bridesmaids’ dresses, Brody had gotten together with his brothers, Brett and Brian, to take care of a list of things to do that their father had given him. Gerard and Elise were happily babysitting Mara and a few of their youngest grandchildren who weren’t in school yet. Brody’s siblings had all taken a few days off work to help get everything ready for the wedding—it was what they did for each other. They were such a close-knit family, willing to drop everything and come running when one of them needed the others. He wished Fancy’s family was as close, for her sake, but his family was more than willing to make up for what she was lacking in that area.

Fancy’s parents had never married and had separated when she was little. Her father had then relocated to California where he’d married another woman and started a new family. After that, Fancy’s contact with her father had been mostly via phone and emails over the years, with a few, rare visits when his business brought him east. Unfortunately, his wife had resented Fancy and refused to acknowledge her husband’s eldest daughter. As a result, Fancy had never met her teenage half-sisters. But that was going to change on Friday. After discussing it with Fancy’s Aunt Denise, Brody had contacted her father, had a heart-to-heart talk with the older man, and managed to convince him it was not too late to be a part of his daughter’s life. It wasn’t the first time he’d talked to the man. Brody had called him months earlier to ask permission to marry his daughter, holding onto the traditions and values he’d grown up with. His words must have struck a chord because Glenn Robertson had accepted the invitation Fancy had extended with little hope that it would be acknowledged. She’d been shocked and elated to learn he’d be attending the wedding with his middle daughter, seventeen-year-old Natalie, who’d always wanted to meet Fancy. The youngest sister, Nicole, however, was siding with her mother and refusing to come. But that was all right. Two out of three was better than none.

Brody had also called his future mother-in-law and Fancy’s Aunt Denise. The latter was extremely close to her niece, and he’d known it would please them both for her to be included. As for Fancy’s mother, Diane Bayles-Wilford, well, she was coming with her third husband. The woman had done her best for Fancy and her brother, Richard Bayles, but working two jobs as they were growing up meant she’d relied on her sister, Denise Bayles, to help raise them. As a result, the siblings usually went to their aunt for advice or help, rather than their own mother, who never really learned how to cope with their everyday problems or, God forbid, a life-altering crisis. Richard also didn’t know or care to know how to be there for his family, either. In fact, he’d declined to fly from Hawaii to Texas for his sister’s wedding, citing he was too busy with work to attend.

Paying the dry cleaner for his father’s dress shirt and pants for the ceremony, Brody grabbed the plastic covered clothing and headed to the parking lot where Brett and Brian were waiting for him in the latter’s red pickup truck. He climbed into the rear bench seat and placed the hangers on the hook above the opposite door. “What next?”

Brian put the vehicle in drive and steered toward the exit. “We’ve got to get the citronella oil for the torches. Dad said we were running low from the last party.” When the sun went down on Saturday, thousands of tiny, white Christmas tree lights and dozens of glass-enclosed torches would illuminate the festivities.

While his brother drove, Brody sat back in his seat and glanced around North Dallas where he’d grown up. He liked seeing his old haunts and always had a sense of sadness when he discovered one of them had been sold and renamed or torn down. As they passed his former high school, Brody’s cell phone rang. Pulling it from his pocket, he glanced at the screen. Harper. He connected the call. “Hey, Harper, what’s up? Don’t tell me there’s a problem with the bridesmaids’ dresses.”

“Uh, no.” Those two words were spoken with tone of worry and distraction which immediately had him gripping the phone tighter as he listened. “Brody, Fancy passed out at the dress shop. All of a sudden, she got pale and slid to the floor. The paramedics are loading her into the ambulance now. You have to meet us at Medical City Hospital.”

“What? Is she okay?” Both brothers spun their heads toward him at his panicked voice.

“I don’t know, Brody. By the time the medics got here, she was conscious but disoriented. They think she might be dehydrated. I don’t know. We’re getting ready to follow the ambulance. Kat’s in there with her. Meet us at the ER.”

“We’re on our way.” He hung up and looked at Brian. “Medical City ER, get there fast. Fancy fainted or something and they’re transporting her by ambulance.”

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know, damn it, just get us there.” He hadn’t meant to bark, but his stomach clenched in fear. Try as he might to reassure himself it was a simple case of dehydration and stress, he was terrified something was seriously wrong.

Holding on to the “oh shit” handle above his head as Brian broke a few speed limits and traffic laws on the way, Brody prayed like never before. It felt like the trip took hours, when in reality they pulled into the hospital’s emergency room parking lot in under fifteen minutes. Brian had barely parked when Brody yanked the door handle and jumped out, running toward the entrance. The automatic doors flew open when he stepped on the black mat in front of them, and he hurried inside with his brothers on his heels. He immediately spotted the women huddled together in a corner of the waiting room.

Harper was the first one to notice him as he rushed over. She held up her hands. “Calm down. She’s okay. They started an IV of fluids in the ambulance and she’s making more sense now. Kat’s still back there with her. They’re running some tests, but it looks like it’s just stress and dehydration.”

His sister Deanna put a hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s the same thing that happened when Nana was dehydrated and her sodium levels got so low it made her all loopy.” Brody had almost forgotten about that. His grandmother had been in the hospital for a few days last year and hallucinating until they’d gotten the sodium levels back up. Deanna pointed to a nearby wooden door. “Why don’t you go back and talk to the doctor?”

Moments later, he peeked around the curtain to the cubicle he’d been directed to by one of the nurses. Fancy was lying on a gurney, her red hair a sharp contrast to her pale skin and the white sheets. Her eyes were closed, but an EKG monitor was beeping with a steady rhythm. She wore an oxygen cannula in her nose and an IV had been started in her left arm. Kat stood up from the bedside chair she’d been sitting in, gave Brody a hug, and whispered. “She’s resting. The doctor will be back in a bit; he’s just waiting for the blood results, but thinks her sodium was too low.”

“Yeah, that’s what Deanna said. Has she woken up?”

At the sound of his voice, Fancy’s eyelids blinked open. “Hi. I’m awake. Sorry about this.”

Seeing she was no longer needed, Kat left the two of them alone, heading for the waiting room. Brody grasped Fancy’s hand as he sat on the chair, relief seeping into his veins. “Nothing to be sorry about, sweetness. I’m just glad you’re okay. How do you feel?”

“Tired. Confused, but that’s going away.”

“That’s good.” He gently brushed the hair on her forehead to the side. “Why don’t you close your eyes and rest until the doctor comes back?”


Brody stayed by her side as she slept, ignoring everything else going on outside the cubicle. The only thing that mattered right now was his woman. He was kicking himself for not noticing the toll the stress of planning their wedding had taken on her. But that stopped now. Until she woke up on Saturday morning, put on her wedding dress, and walked down the aisle to meet him, she wasn’t going to be allowed to lift a finger or stress over anything. He was certain their family and friends would have no problem finishing all the little details that needed to be taken care of. As of now, Fancy was on bed rest.

He wasn’t sure how long it was until the curtain was pulled open enough for a gray-haired man dressed in scrubs to enter and yank it shut again. With a clipboard in his left hand, he extended his right. “I’m Dr. Erikson.”

Standing and shaking the man’s hand, he responded, “Hi, I’m Fancy’s fiancé, Brody Evans.”

“I understand the wedding is this Saturday. Congratulations.”

“Yeah, it is. Thanks.”

Fancy’s eyes fluttered open and focused on the newcomer. “Hi, Doctor.”

“How’re you feeling?” He smiled as he leaned against the bed railing.

“Better. Just tired.”

“Well, that’s perfectly understandable. You’ve got a lot going on, and I have a feeling I’m going to add to it.” Brody and Fancy narrowed their eyes in confusion as the man’s smile grew bigger. “Since you didn’t tell me earlier, I’m going to assume you didn’t know you’re pregnant.”

Brody’s jaw dropped as fast as his stomach did. His knees went weak, and he couldn’t stop himself from plopping down in the chair. While they hadn’t exactly been trying to get pregnant, they’d gotten rid of the condoms the night they’d gotten engaged months ago. Fancy had gotten pregnant with her first husband, but had lost the baby in the car accident that’d killed Patrick Maguire. Her GYN had been hopeful and nearly certain Fancy was still able to have children, but there’d always been a sliver of doubt in his fiancée’s mind. Well, the question of whether she could or couldn’t was now answered. Holy shit. I’m going to be a father!

Dumbfounded, his gaze met Fancy’s and he found her just as stunned, but then concern appeared on her face. “Doctor, is the—the baby okay? I—”

The man held up a hand, cutting her off. “The rest of your blood levels are good. The sodium is low, as I expected it to be, but not critical. With the IV, it should be back to normal in a little while. Do you have any idea how far along you might be? When was your last period?”

Her head rocked back and forth on the pillow. “I-I don’t know; I’d have to check the calendar I keep in my purse. I think Harper has it in the waiting room. My period’s always been irregular, and every once in a while, I skip a month, but never more than that.”

“Okay. So, four to six weeks, approximately?”

Fancy thought for a moment and said, “No, I’d say six to eight.”

“Even better. I’m going to send you for an ultrasound to confirm everything is fine, which I’m pretty sure it is. Then we’ll have a better idea of how far along you are. Once that’s done, and you’re rehydrated, I’ll release you on one condition—take care of yourself and don’t stress too much over the wedding. It’s supposed to be one of the best days of your life, so enjoy it.”

Brody stood and shook the man’s hand again. “Don’t worry, Doc. I’ll make sure she relaxes, even if we have to elope.”

Grinning, Fancy swatted his arm. “Don’t say that. We’ll have over two hundred people mad at us.”

“I don’t care, sweetness. Let them be mad. You and . . . and our . . . holy shit.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You and our baby are all that matters.”

The doctor slapped his shoulder on the way out. “Congratulations. Let me go order the ultrasound.”

Turning back to Fancy, Brody just stared at her. She cocked her head to the side. “Are you happy? I mean, we didn’t expect this.”

“Happy? I’m freaking ecstatic. And I’m trying not to faint, ʼcause there’s not enough room on the cot for both of us.” A salacious smile spread across his face. “Well, unless one of us is on top.” Leaning down, he brushed his lips across hers. “I love you, Fancy-girl. You’ve made me the happiest man on Earth. And after we seal the deal on Saturday, we’ll start picking out baby names, okay?”


Stepping down from the back porch of the main house, Fancy followed her seven bridesmaids, two junior bridesmaids, and two flower girls to the gate leading into the pasture. Violin music floated through the air as the wedding guests all turned to watch the group approach. Everything was perfect. Their families and friends had worked hard to make sure everything was just right for their special day. Brody hadn’t let her lift a finger since she’d been released from the hospital, telling everyone it was doctor’s orders. After their initial shock at her pregnancy, the expecting couple had decided to wait until the reception to announce it to everyone. It’d been hard not to give it away over the past two days.

If anyone had told Fancy three years ago that she’d one day overcome her grief about losing Patrick and their baby, she wouldn’t have agreed. But time and a special man, who was about to give her his last name, had brought her back to the land of the living. Brody had never made her feel as if her first husband had never existed. In fact, he’d always encouraged her to talk about Patrick and their life together. Most men she knew wouldn’t have been confident enough in themselves to accept that a part of her heart would always belong to the deceased man, but not Brody Evans. Her fiancé had told her he was grateful for every day she’d had with Patrick since it had molded her into the woman he’d fallen in love with.

Stopping at the gate, she waited while her Aunt Denise made sure there was a certain amount of spacing between the attendants as they walked down the aisle. Fancy forced herself not to peek around everyone to see Brody. She wanted to wait until she had an unobstructed view of him. Instead, she glanced around at the guests sitting on the rows of hay bales. So many members of his and her families, their individual friends, mutual friends, and co-workers would bear witness to their nuptials. Some of those who couldn’t attend had Skyped in their best wishes over the past two days, including the Omega Team, TS West Team, Bea “Mic” Michaels and her team in Scotland, and Jase Atwood and his girlfriend Brie in the Caribbean. Meanwhile, Assistant Director of the FBI Larry Keon, King Rajeemh and Queen Azhar of Timasur, along with Princess Tahira and Prince Raj, and several others had phoned to wish the couple well.

She’d been thrilled to see her father when he’d arrived yesterday. There had been lots of hugging and tears, with repeated apologies from him for not being a major part of her life before now. He promised that was going to change, but Fancy knew it was going to be a struggle for both of them after so much lost time. Her half-sister Natalie had been shy at first, but she’d quickly warmed up thanks to Jenn, Alyssa, and Brody’s teenage nieces and nephews. She was even talking about applying to colleges in Florida so she and Fancy could get to know each other better.

In front of Fancy, Harper, the matron of honor, was starting her walk up the aisle. Stepping over, Aunt Denise had tears in her eyes as she said, “You look gorgeous, Fancy. Brody’s a lucky man.”

And Fancy was the lucky woman he’d fallen in love with. When the music changed to the wedding march, her aunt moved away and Fancy’s gaze went to her very-soon-to-be husband. He looked mouthwatering in his Navy whites standing in front of the flower-covered trellis with his groomsmen lined up next to him. He grinned as he stared lovingly and possessively at her, making her feel like the most beautiful woman on Earth. The ivory, tulle and lace dress she’d chosen had a country flair to it, and her ivory, vintage-style boots complemented it. A friend of Elise’s had come earlier to style Fancy’s hair into a romantic updo, with bits of baby’s breath, to complete the look and show off her white gold collar with its diamond and ruby baguettes. While many people in attendance didn’t understand its significance, those who did knew it meant she’d belonged to Brody long before they’d gotten to this point when they’d make it legal. Today was just the proverbial icing on the cake.

Taking a deep breath, she put one foot in front of the other and slowly approached her future—one that included the little life growing inside her. Through her gaze, Fancy let Brody see all the love in her heart and felt his in return. When she reached the end of the aisle, he stepped forward, took her hand, and kissed her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers. “Hey there, sweetness. Fancy meeting you here. You wouldn’t happen to be here to marry me, would you?”

Her smile spread, and she gave him a coy look. “Maybe. You might want to hurry, though, before I change my mind.”

“Well, then, let’s seal the deal and get this show on the road.”

Copyright ©2017 by Samantha A. Cole