Want Me, Cowboy

Author

Maisey Yates

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Author

Maisey Yates

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18.7K

Chapters

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Epilogue

December 24, 2018

WIFE FOUND—

Antisocial mountain man/businessman Isaiah Grayson married his assistant, his best friend and his other half, Poppy Sinclair, on Christmas Eve.

She’ll give him a child or two, exact number to be negotiated. And has vowed to be as tolerant of his mood as he is of hers. Because that’s how love works.

She is willing to stay with him in sickness and in health, in a mountain cabin or at a fancy gala. As long as she is with him. For as long as they both shall live.

She’s happy for him to keep the beard.

They opted to have a small, family wedding on a mountain.

The fact that Poppy was able to have a family wedding made her heart feel like it was so full it might burst. The Grayson clan was all in attendance, standing in the snow, along with Rosalind and her husband.

Poppy peeked out from around the tree she was hiding behind and looked at Isaiah, who was standing next to Pastor John Thompson. The backdrop of evergreens capped with snow was breathtaking, but not as breathtaking as the man himself.

He wasn’t wearing a suit. He was wearing a black coat, white button-up shirt and black jeans. He also had on his black cowboy hat. He hadn’t shaved.

But that was what she wanted.

Him.

Not some polished version, but the man she loved.

This would be her new Christmas tradition. She would think of her wedding. Of their love. Of how her whole life had changed because of Isaiah Grayson.

For her part, Poppy had on her very perfect dress and was holding a bouquet of dark red roses.

She smiled. It was the fantasy wedding she hadn’t even known she wanted.

But then, she supposed that was because she hadn’t known who the groom might be.

But this was perfectly them. Remote, and yet surrounded by the people they loved most.

There was no music, just the deep silence of the forest, the sound of branches moving whenever there was a slight breeze. And Poppy came out from behind the tree when it felt like it was time.

She walked through the snow, her eyes never leaving Isaiah’s. She felt like she might have been walking down a very long aisle toward him for the past ten years. And that each and every one of those years had been necessary to bring them to this moment.

Isaiah didn’t feel things the way other people did. He felt them deeper. It took longer to get there, but she knew that now she had his heart, she would have it forever.

She trusted it. Wholly and completely.

Just like she trusted him.

He reached out and took her hand, and the two of them stood across from each other, love flooding Poppy’s heart.

“I told you an ad was a good idea,” he whispered after they’d taken their vows and the pastor had told him to kiss the bride.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s the reason I finally realized what was in front of me the whole time.”

“I think we would have found our way without the ad.”

“No. We needed the ad.”

“So you can be right?” she asked, holding back a smile.

He grinned. “I’m always right.”

“Oh, really? Well then, what do you think is going to happen next?”

He kissed her again, deep and hard and long. “I think we’re going to live happily-ever-after.”