Married In Montana (At The Altar Book 1) Read Free Page B

hand and placed it into Scott's.  Scott squeezed her hand tightly, and she looked up at him, a smile on her lips.  This was the man she'd spend forever with.  Oh, how she hoped it would work out.
    They followed the preacher's prompts.  Savannah repeated her vows, her voice stronger than she had expected it to be.  When Scott responded, his voice was deep, filling her with warmth.  She could imagine his voice talking to a small child, and the idea filled her heart with joy.  She wanted children, and she could see this man as a father.
    "I now pronounce you man and wife.  Scott?  If you're so inclined, you may kiss your bride." 
    Savannah swallowed hard.  She liked how the pastor had worded it.  She didn't like the idea of being forced to kiss just moments after she'd met Scott, but they were married.  He had the right to ask a whole lot more from her in just a few hours.
    Scott saw the nervousness on Savannah's face, and briefly considered not kissing her, but he knew the nervousness would just last longer that way.  No, it was better to get the first kiss over and done with.  He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers softly. 
    Savannah felt a spark of energy rush through her.  If they weren't compatible in any other way, they'd definitely be physically.  It wasn't everything, but it was something to start with.
    After the kiss, they stared into each others' eyes for just a moment, before the pastor cleared his throat.
    Savannah blushed.  She knew she'd done nothing wrong, but she felt as if she'd shared an extremely intimate moment with a room full of people.  "I forgot everyone was here," she whispered softly.
    Scott smiled, pleased that he was affecting her the same way she was affecting him.  He slipped an arm around her waist as they turned to face the congregation of people looking at them. 
    "I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Scott Ward."
    Ward.  My new last name is Ward.   Savannah faced the people in front of her, very aware of the man at her side.  She'd agreed to be with him forever.  She refused to regret it.

Chapter Two
     
     
    A small reception followed, which suited Savannah nicely.  She'd invited a few close friends to the nuptials, but she didn't want to spend all day there.  Not when she could be getting to know her new husband.
    They got very little chance to speak as they greeted the people who had come and had cake and punch.  When it was time to go, she thanked Dr. Simpson before turning to her mother.  "I'm going to be fine," she hissed in her mother's ear.  "I promise."
    Her mother had a look of almost panic.  "I don't even know the man.  Where will you be going?"
    Savannah almost laughed when she realized she didn't know.  She had no idea at all where she'd be living.  She looked at Scott, her smile sweet and her eyes full of laughter.  "My mother wants to know where I'll be living."  How could she have forgotten to ask that?  The whole situation was ridiculous.
    Scott grinned, realizing the reason for her laughter.  What they were doing was crazy by most standards.  "I live in a small town outside of Billings, Montana.  It's called King.  Dr. Simpson grew up there, and we went to the same school, although she was ten years ahead of me."
    "So Dr. Simpson knew you growing up?" Mrs. Blyton asked, her eyes narrowed.
    He put his arm back around Savannah before answering.  They'd been touching almost constantly since Mr. Simpson had put her hand in his at the front of the church.  When he'd mistakenly referred to the man as her father, she'd quietly explained who he was.
    "Well, she moved to New York when I was seven or eight, but yeah, we went to the same church."  He understood the older woman's reasons for worrying.  He'd just married her daughter after all.
    "That makes me feel better!" Mrs. Blyton said.  "And she interviewed you before matching you with Savannah, right?"
    "Yes, she was visiting King for a bit.  The town was named for her