Hailey Makes The Boy Bride -

Hailey’s grin softened into something real. When she slid the ring onto his finger, she leaned in and whispered, “Good. Because I’m not giving you back.”

She took his hand, laced her fingers through his, and led him home—not as a loser of a bet, but as the husband she’d decided to win a long time ago. And Leo, the boy bride, finally stopped fidgeting and started smiling. Hailey Makes The Boy Bride

“People are staring, Hailey,” Leo whispered, his voice a low rumble. The entire town was indeed staring. Old Mrs. Gable was fanning herself with a hymn book. The Jenkins twins were taking photos with a disposable camera. Hailey’s grin softened into something real

“I want a wedding,” Hailey had announced at the town council meeting, her boots up on the oak table. “And I’m not the one wearing the dress.” And Leo, the boy bride, finally stopped fidgeting

Normally, the Harvest Festival ended with a pie-eating contest or a square dance. But this year, the mayor had lost a bet. And the mayor, a sharp-eyed woman named Hailey Cross, always collected her debts.