The preacher began the ceremony. Samara tried to pay attention, but her eyes were taking in the church and everything around it. She wondered if it was his church. It was a non-denominational in a small Kansas town. With him by her side, Kansas would be totally doable. "Do you Samara, take Henry to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love, honor, and cherish him, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?" "I do." Henry. His name was Henry. "Do you Henry, take Samara to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love, honor, and cherish her, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?" "I do." Samara looked at Henry in shock. It was only two words, but had she heard just a little bit of a Scottish burr in those two words? Her heart beat faster at the mere idea that he could be a Scot. She loved how they spoke, and dreamed that a highlander would come and sweep her off her feet. Had she married not only a man who looked sexy as could be, but sounded sexy as well? He'd better be ready to consummate their marriage fast, because she wasn't sure she could stay off him!
