Page 12 of Say I Do

“She said she’d do it,” she said, but she had her own reservations about that. Heather hadn’t been the same since she was shot a couple months ago and Addie understood it; a part of her was taken that day. She almost died. That’s enough to fuck anyone up.

But she didn’t die. She was still here, and people needed her. They needed their Heather back.

“And Uncle Bashy?” Skye nibbled her bottom lip as she watched Addie.

“He knows the plan.” She nodded again. “Everything’s set, Skye. We just need to get them over there.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Addie crouched down, putting them at eye-level. She took her small hand and squeezed it gently. “Don’t worry, girl. They’re gonna love it.” Addie held her arms out and hugged Skye gently. Skye had been hesitant to hug Addie since her bump started showing. She didn’t want to smoosh the baby, even though they explained he’d be fine, she still didn’t want to take a chance. Addie thought it was sweet.

“Why are we doing my hair and makeup?” Koda asked as she stared at Addie in the mirror. Heather was doing her hair, curling it and pinning some of it to the back of her head.

“Just practicing for what I want to do for the wedding,” Addie said casually. Skye snickered behind them and Addie glanced over her shoulder, giving her a look. Skye zipped her lips and threw away the key, then winked at her.

Addie shook her head as she turned back around, laughing breathlessly. Koda kept mostly quiet, just listening to Skye sing and talk behind them.

“You look beautiful, Koda,” Heather said, tears welling in her eyes. Addie squeezed her arm and Heather looked at her with unguarded, broken eyes. It crushed Addie.

“Thanks,” Koda laughed nervously and gave them a weird look. “You’re acting like this is my wedding.” She laughed again, but when they didn’t laugh with her, she narrowed her eyes on her best friends. “What’s going on?”

“Ready?” Skye chirped as she ran into the suite, grinning like a maniac. “The boys just left.”

10

BASH

“Get in the fucking truck, Axel,” Bash said for the millionth time and pointed at the passenger seat. Reid and Ryder were already in the backseat, Taz and Kiwi on their bikes ready to ride out behind them.

“No,” Axel, the stubborn asshole, said. He crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “Not until you tell me where we’re going and why I can’t tell Koda.”

“She’s meeting us there,” Bash sighed, losing his patience. “Just get in the fucking truck. I’m about to knock you out and tie you to the fucking back and drag your big ass down the fuckin’ road.” Axel couldn’t help the laugh that came out.

“Fuck.” He looked at the clubhouse for a long moment, but Bash shoved him inside the car, slamming the door shut behind him. He grumbled as he stomped his way around the truck.

Skye owed him big time for this.

Getting Axel to do anything other than what he wanted was worse than pulling teeth. He was too fucking stubborn and paranoid to ever surprise him with anything.

“Where are we going?” Axel asked, but no one answered him. “Why’s Koda meeting us there? Why couldn’t we go together?” Still, everyone stayed silent. Except for Reid, he just laughed.

Bash cranked the radio up and when Ax sighed, sounding irritated, he grinned. They drove down the coast, winding closer and closer to a secluded beach. Addie and Skye found it online and planned everything. The guys came and set it up earlier, all Bash had to do was get Axel there.

When they pulled up, Ax looked at the three of them, looking genuinely confused. Reid clapped him on the shoulder, grinning manically at him.

“Is anyone gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?”

No one answered him.

11

AXEL

Taz shoved a black button-down shirt at me, a stupid grin on his face. It looked ironed and the jeans he handed me had been pressed, there was a crease going down the center of the legs. How the fuck he knew how to do it—You know what? It didn’t even surprise me.

“Do somethin’ with that mop, too,” he said, tilting his chin at my hair. I put my hand to it, running my fingers through the tangled, wavy mess.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” I asked, insulted.

“You look fuckin’ homeless,” he said dryly. “Do something with it or I’ll shave it off.” I flicked my brows up and looked at Bash. He was adjusting the buttons on his shirt, not looking at me. There was still a shit-eating grin on his face, though.

Reid, Kiwi, and Ryder were doing the same, all wearing similar clothes—All of us looked too fucking nice to be at the beach. An idea tickled the back of my mind, but I pushed it away in case I was wrong. But I didn’t think I was.

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