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The next week was one of the happiest in Woody's memory. It was like Bo had never been out of his life at all. She was fun, flirty, insightful, all the things he had fallen in love with more than a decade ago.

One night as they lay together in the garden, the inescapable scent of flowers all around them, Woody found himself staring up at the moon. An idea suddenly wriggled into his brain and he marveled that he hadn't thought of it sooner.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Bo suddenly said. As usual she had commandeered his chest as her personal pillow. Her bare porcelain was cool and silky under his arm and even in partial moonlight she looked magnificent.

Woody hesitated. Should he…No, he would, but he needed a little more time. "Just thinking about how gorgeous you are."

She laughed, and it was music to Woody's ears. "From what I remember you're not so bad yourself, Sugar." Pulling herself up, she lay a soft kiss on his lips.

Tomorrow…

It was the next day when Buzz found Woody in the Anderson living room. "There you are." He pulled himself up onto the couch and sat next to his best friend. "Where have you been all morning?"

"Sorry, had to do some…research."

"Research?" Woody held out a miniature calendar with pink flowers on the front for the Ranger to see. "That's Mom's planner."

"Right. I wanted to see when's the next time the family's going out of town. I'm in luck. It turns out the Festival of Roses is coming up after Labor Day. Looks like they're planning to drive to Wasco for a three day weekend."

"Wasco…" Buzz repeated. "Well I guess we might have the place to ourselves. But why the sudden interest?"

Woody shut the planner. "If I'm going to ask Bo to marry me, I want to have the perfect day picked out for the wedding..."

There was a loud clunk and Woody looked over. Buzz had fallen off the couch. "Are you all right?"

He stood up and shook his head. "I'm fine." Grasping the fabric, he climbed back up and sat back down. "I hope you don't spring it on her like that."

Woody smiled wryly. "Don't worry. Actually I was thinking about asking her tonight."

"This is happening so fast."

"I wasted a lot of years, Buzz. Well, no more. I don't want to lose any more time. By the way," he looked at Buzz. "There is something I want to ask you. Might want to hold onto the couch for this one, Ranger."

"Go for it."

"Would you be my Best Man?"

Buzz drew himself up proudly. "It would be an honor."

"Heh, I figured you'd say that." Woody set aside the planner and sat back. "Who've have thought all those years ago when you showed up on Andy's bed, you'd be the one I'd someday be asking to be my Best Man?"

"Who would've thought you'd finally get married?" Buzz shook his head with a smile. "How long has it been?"

"Let's see…Thirteen years. This month actually."

Buzz took a moment to reflect. "When did we get old?"

Woody eyed him. "What do you mean 'we'? I was old when I met you."

"That's right. You're a senior citizen aren't you?"

Woody rolled his eyes and gave him a playful push on the shoulder. Then he sighed. "It's been a wild ride this life has."

Buzz looked thoughtful as he clasped his hands and leaned forward. "It's been worth it though."

"It has, hasn't it?" Woody gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks for taking it with me."

"Thank you, Woody."

There was a long pause. "You know, if Bo and I are tying the knot, you might wanna think about making an honest woman of Jessie yourself."

Buzz turned red and laughed awkwardly. "Well that's…"

Woody grinned slyly. "Well she is my sister after all. I do have to look out for her best interests."

"She'd kill you if she heard you talking like that."

"Probably. But don't be surprised if she starts thinking of wedding bells."

Buzz smirked. "Don't be surprised if I start thinking of them too."