“It was,” he said and kissed me on the tip of my nose. Kensie and August got married on one of the cliffs at Sunset Cliffs. The ceremony was simple with only thirty people in attendance. We all stood together on the cliff as Kensie and August read each other their vows. With the ocean roaring behind them, it was impossible to hear what they’d said to one another, but the way they stood forehead to forehead eyes closed, and hands held tightly together, I was sure whatever words were spoken came from the deepest parts of their hearts.
After the ceremony, the party moved to one of the houses just above the cliffs where Kensie had a relaxed atmosphere set up with an open bar and small dance floor that all looked out over the water. She had changed out of her lace mermaid wedding gown and into a white cocktail dress so she could dance comfortably. Although, it looked difficult for her to get much dancing in with August glued to her side and attached to her lips.
As the night came to an end, she invited our family and closest friends out to the beach for a surprise. She had a special Chinese lantern made with recreations of Ella’s pictures, and we all stood together on the beach as we watched August send it up into the night sky. As the rest of the family made their way up to the house and to their cars, I’d asked Wes to take a walk with me down the beach. Not for any other reason than that I just wanted to enjoy the quiet with him for a little while before we left.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I said standing on my tiptoes to give him a hug, but he was quicker in his movement and squatted down to scoop me up. “Let me go.” I giggled as he carried me up the beach peppering my skin with kisses.
“Never.” He grunted and trudged up the sandy stairs with me then set me down on the top. “Never, C.” He held my face in his hands and looked at me.
“Good.” I smiled and kissed his lips but pulled away quickly when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. “What is that?” I asked pointing the monstrosity attached to the back of Wes’ car.
“A U-Haul.”
“I know that. Why do you have a U-Haul on your car?” I folded my arms across my chest.
“To carry all my stuff.” He patted me on the butt making me squeal and walked to his car.
“Why is all of your stuff in a U-Haul, Wes?” I trailed behind him stopping to slip on the sandals I‘d left at the top of the steps.
“’Cause I’m movin’ in with you,” he shouted over his shoulder at me and winked.
I stopped in my tracks and watched his perfectly shaped figure walking in a pair of khaki linen pants and white button-down shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up to expose his tattoos, matching his swagger to a T. Weston Monroe. Live-in boyfriend, and my hot ass soul mate.
Thank you to my wonderful husband. You have supported and encouraged me every step of the way. You never shy away from helping me achieve my dreams. I love you.
Thank you to my daughter for patiently watching Disney Junior while I took care of book business every morning. Thank you for closing the computer on me, and reminding me that my time is best spent with you and dad. I love you.
Thank you to my best friend Victoria Sala. You have helped me on another book that literally wouldn’t exist without you. I appreciate all of our late night plotting sessions, and daily chats about what to do next. You are so funny, smart, and pretty. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you.
To my wonderful beta readers; Tiffany Pettijohn, Shannon Daniel, Rebecca Jackson, and Courtney Coulter. I appreciate all of your time, support , and help in getting this story right. Love you girls!
To the wonderful group of indie chicks at #indiechicksrock, your constant support and friendship is a true testament to how wonderful the indie community is. You are each such wonderful human beings, and I am so thankful to have met you.
To my fantastic editor, Jenny Sims, you are brilliant. Your attention to detail is amazing, and I am so thankful for your dedication to your work. You truly helped to make this story something I am proud to have people read.
To the fabulous Autumn Hull at Wordsmith Publicity. I am thankful for all of your hard work or coordinating in order to get the word out about this story. You are a true professional, and deserving of so much trust and gratitude.
To all of the bloggers who I have had the pleasure of meeting and forming friendships with, my stories would go unread without all of your hard work and support.
To all of my readers, I am beyond thankful for your friendships. You took a chance on Truth in Wildflowers, and have been so encouraging in getting this next story out. When I wrote the first book, I said I would be thankful if just one stranger read it and liked it. Now I have met all of your amazing people, and I am endlessly humbled and touched by your kind words and support. I love you all.
Kimberly Rose is a wife, mom, and writer. She found her love of writing in her teens pouring out an angst-ridden heart into journals. Kimberly self-published her first book, Truth in Wildflowers, in 2014. She currently lives in Honolulu, Hawaii with her husband and daughter.
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