Kevin, at the foot of the table, slid one hand behind Win’s neck. “Do you want to live in your father’s house? I’d be fine with a cabin with a couple of rooms and a few acres to farm. I know your pa’s house holds no good memories for you.”

Kevin didn’t seem overly worried about Win’s cooking, only her feelings. Still, Wyatt quietly gloated. He had the best cook, and the prettiest wife, too, but he was too smart to say that out loud.

“I’m going to think of it as my mother’s house. I intend to think of her when we move there.”

“If you’re sure,” Kevin said. “I’ll live there only if you agree.”

“I am sure.”

Kevin leaned close and kissed her, softly and not for long. It wasn’t at all proper. But he did it anyway.

Wyatt thought of a few more things they needed to clear up. “So it seems our name really is Hunt.”

“Yep, for a while, I was worried Win and I were first cousins.” Kevin gave her a wide-eyed look.

She smiled back.

“Our pa, Clovis, is a brother to Randall but no blood relation to Oliver. Both men changed their names,” Kevin explained.

“They’d’ve never passed themselves off as rich men with the Tennessee accents,” Win said. “Oh, there are Southern folks who move north, but they have fancy family ties that they trot out and boast about. Those boys had nothing. No high-steppin’ kin, no wealth, and Pa needed both to weasel his way into high society and marry my ma.”

“They probably stole enough money to keep up appearances,” Molly said. “That’s how they got every penny they ever had.”

They finished their meal. As they stood, Cheyenne said, “It’s nice to get to have a real wedding.”

Falcon came to her side. “Did you want a bigger wedding? A real one?”

“We had a real wedding, and don’t you forget it.” She laughed, her eyes glowing with love. “What I should have said is, it’s nice to have the family together for one.”

“Ours was for sure a quiet business,” Win said. “Quick and quiet and followed soon after with an attack and a fight for our lives.”

“Let’s think of that ride on the river and the night in the wilderness as a honeymoon.” Kevin hugged her close, and she smiled as bright as the noonday sun.

“And ours was after we’d arrested those cow-stealing bums and rescued Amelia Bishop,” Cheyenne said.

“The wedding was for sure the bright spot in that mess.” Falcon followed along after Kevin and Win, walking on the cold, blustery boardwalk toward the church.

They saw Parson Brownley step out of the parsonage. He spotted them and waved. The man did purely love pronouncing a wedding.