Rick Castle stands at the front of the church, his heart doing crazy things in his chest.
It is finally happening. After years of chasing, dancing, healing, the day is finally here.
He thinks back to their first days as partners: her barely able to stand him, but eventually trusting him; him not being able to take it seriously.
Slowly, they fell into a rhythm and then a comfortable pattern. He brought her coffee, she listened to his outlandish theories.
The music starts, and he looks down the aisle at his muse.
Kate was right: third time was the charm.