A twin to the crossbar gate at the head of the property, this one was draped with long swaths of gauzy lace, pulled aside, and tied to the support poles with enormous ribbons. A small wood centerpiece, constructed in his dad’s workshop, served as a sort of altar. With the river flowing by, the sun shining overhead, and the love of all present, Paige and he became husband and wife.
That was eighteen months ago, almost to the day.
Thinking about the wedding was one of Edward’s favorite daydreams. His go-to in quiet moments when he couldn’t resist the allure of revisiting what had been a day he’d remember with his last breaths.
When Marsh had come to take him down to the river, he’d had an attack of nerves that surprised them both. Not about getting married. He worried that he’d rushed Paige. Possibly even sandbagged her into marrying him. Anxiety over how they were marrying made it worse. Five people, them, and a justice. What if she had always dreamed of a big, lavish wedding? Was he robbing her of something? Something more than the career he’d started to obsess that he’d derailed her from.
Marsh had set him straight pretty quick. By the time he’d stood at the cross bar, waiting for the arrival of his bride, he was ready to take the biggest step of his life, overwhelmed with love for the people by his side.
His dad. There were no words—simply the best father and finest human being in the world. His mom. Sheesh. She’d been all lit up looking like a bride herself. She too was the absolute best, and he thanked his lucky stars for her. And Marshall. His bro. The one and only, the original. Having him there had rounded the circle, made him complete, and once Paige was his wife, that circle would expand and hopefully someday down the road, stretch even further with a couple of kids.
He’d had a couple of moments to take it all in. The scenery. The vibe. It was fucking perfect. The sun shining, the sound from the river. The wooden arch, hard and a little beat up softened by the soft filmy lace. A little like them, he’d thought.
And then she’d come down the path, stepping through the trees with her parents on either side and something tilted and wobbled, either him or the Earth. She was so beautiful it took his breath away.
Style challenged as he was, Edward had no idea how to describe her dress except to say it was pure Paige. Instead of a traditional white gown, she’d chosen a dusty pink so pale it was almost white dress that had a Boho-Gypsy flair, perfect for the occasion.
Her hair was half up, half down—he’d remembered thinking she looked very sexy—with flowers instead of a veil. She’d carried a large bouquet, a gift from her parents, that they’d learned later was made of the same flowers her mother carried when she married as well as some from Miriam. His new wife had lost it in spectacular fashion when her mom dropped that little nugget. Women. Go figure.
He’d also chosen wisely with his attire, proud that this one was all him. No one had stepped in to lend a hand, which was practically a first. The only outside help he got was a color cue from Mark so he could pick a tie color. Standing there in a smart dress shirt, slacks, vest, and tie, he knew he’d hit his mark when she smiled at his tie and he’d realized it coordinated perfectly with the flowers she carried.
The justice had been a pro, and though he wished that time would have slowed to allow him to extract every scintilla of memory and emotion possible from the actual marriage ceremony, it was one and done in less than twenty minutes.
They were officially and forevermore Mr. and Mrs. Banning. Standing proudly before their families, her hand slipped through his arm with the shiny new wedding band visible on her finger, and he couldn’t have imagined a better moment.
Afterward, they’d had a mind-blowing dinner, also by the river, somehow pulled off by their moms. Once they were stuffed and more than halfway to a serious champagne buzz, Marsh had fired up the monster sound system in his truck, which was conveniently parked nearby. He had announced it was time for the bride and groom to share a dance. Paige had laughed. Edward had wondered what he was up to but when Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend” came booming from the stereo, he wanted to kiss his brother for his genius. All in all, it was an epic day.
He’d followed through on his promise to spend their wedding night far from civilization, driving their aptly named ride away from the house where they could get their sexy times on in complete privacy.
That part had been … memorable. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that it was not erotic as fuck to get naked out in nature and make love under the open sky with the moon shining and stars twinkling overhead.
A lot had happened since that day. The Montana location shoot had been the best way to start their married life. It was a magic time. Although being nominated for any acting award was a surprise when his performance in the old-school cowboy movie earned him several coveted nominations, he wasn’t too terribly stunned. That had been the happiest time of his life up till then. If his acting had been award-worthy, it was because of Paige and the joy she brought to everything.
L.A. was still L.A. and the Gideon Affair, as they’d dubbed everything and anything associated with their lives in the business, would always be what it was. But beyond that was a different story entirely.
Paige and his brother started working together from the start. Edward still didn’t understand one word of what those two blathered on about when they were discussing properties, and as long as he lived, he’d probably never fully grasp what the fuck it was that Marsh did exactly but, whatever. They’d started slow and within six months had opened the first of Paige’s planned family style B&Bs. In Oklahoma near her parents. Might seem like an odd location choice, but his wife’s broad vision was quite savvy. Almost completely ignoring the big name family destinations like Disney and Branson, she went about things differently. Every state had attractions that families visited. Amusement parks, monuments, all kinds of places. She started there. Oklahoma was a great example with the National Cowboy Museum, the Will Rogers Memorial, and the Oklahoma City Memorial site. She and Marsh took a decaying Victorian style house and turned it into something spectacular. Hiring a grad student from the university to run the place, it had everything his wife dreamed of. Family size suites. A game center and a craft room. A basketball court doubled for net games like badminton and volleyball. The large yard was set with small gathering places, a gazebo, picnic benches, and a conversation pit. Every day except Sunday, at four o’clock on the wide brick patio, tea was served along with cookies and milk for the kids. Her mom was close by and had taken on a sort of unofficial manager role, dropping in on a regular basis to see how things were going. In fact, she was there so much and had been such a surprising help that Paige was having an office set up at the mansion.
Speaking of her mom, Edward bit the bullet big time where Rose was concerned. During a short break in filming, they’d flown in for a visit not long after the wedding. It was a quickie, just three days, but it had to be done. And just like he promised, he went to her Scrap Queens get-together bringing a box of craft supplies that made the other ladies drool. But the stroke of pure genius that bonded him to his mother-in-law forever? He’d also brought a pile of photographs from the wedding to scrapbook. No pictures had ever been released—Edward wouldn’t allow it—so sharing such private moments, while Rose’s gaggle of women friends studied them intently, made him an instant hero and her new best friend.
So, yeah. It had all been good. He was a lucky bastard.
Checking his watch, he tapped his foot impatiently. What was taking her so long? This was one of life’s eternal mysteries—what women did in the bathroom and why it took so damn much time.
He chuckled softly. Being married was just the coolest thing. Like ever. Paige made it quite an adventure. Oh, they had their moments. Every couple does, he thought remembering a spectacular blowout that ended with her storming out and him yelling like a maniac as she drove away in a huff. The conflict lasted an hour at best, and after some randy make-up fucking, they agreed that going forward, they both couldn’t be crazy at the same time. So far, so good.