I Chose the Rugged Colonel
"I'm not afraid of a ruined reputation. I'm afraid of being blind to what's right in front of me. So, do you dare to marry me?"
Logan stared at me for a long ten seconds. Then he bent down, picked up the coarse work shirt draped over a bench, and pulled it on.
"Did you bring your ID?"
I pulled my identification from my pocket. "I did."
He strode toward the gate. As he passed me, he merely said, "Come."
The moment we signed our marriage license, I became Logan Cross's wife.
When we walked back into Willowville together, we ran straight into Wesley and Madelyn as they were heading out.