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Face-to-face, with only the pulpit between them, they stood smiling at each other as if they had just uncovered a buried treasure.

Josephine, exactly at that moment, noticed Logan’s eyes. Yes, she had seen his eyes before. But she hadn’t really noticed how incredibly beautiful they were—such a dark, rich brown that they reminded her of expensive black satin.

“What?” he asked her, in a half-curious, half-amused manner.

His single-word question snapped her out of it—she had been unintentionally staring into his eyes. Once she realized that she had been mindlessly ogling him, she started to laugh.

“Sorry—I was just thinking about something from when I was a kid.”

“What’s that?”

“When I was … oh, I don’t know … seven or eight …” Josephine walked out from behind the pulpit and joined Logan where he was standing.

“I used to stand in this exact spot and pretend that I was getting married. Jordan and I took turns officiating the wedding and being the bride …” Josephine laughed softly and looked over at him. “You standing here just reminded me of that. I haven’t thought of that in years.”

The Brands of Montana: Wrangling their own happily-ever-afters