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“Okay.”

He smiled tightly as he strode for the door, gesturing for Frank and the lawyer to follow him. Micah and Cameron still stood firmly in my space, and I didn’t mind it. In fact, I felt safer than I had in a long time because I knew Laura wouldn’t dare say what she truly thought in front of them.

Cameron cleared his throat. “Are you all free next Friday?”

“What for?” Laura asked.

I had to stifle my laugh at his expression. “Our wedding to your niece.”

“This Friday?” She took a step back like his words had struck her. “That’s a little fast.”

Micah placed a hand low on my back, and even through the corset I felt the warmth. I liked it there, comfort without any words. “Time is of the essence.” Then he turned to me once more, dismissing my aunt. “A week isn’t long, we know. But we’ve already contacted an event planner. We’ve worked with her before, and she can get it done. Expense isn’t an object. Whatever you want. And though your flowers are incredible, you are under no obligation to design your own flowers if you don’t want to.”

“I… I’m not sure,” I said.

“That’s all right. We know it’s fast. Take the night to think about that, and Geneva will be in touch tomorrow. I think she already has appointments booked for a dress.” Reaching into the interior pocket of his suit, he took out his phone before handing it to me with the contact page open.

When I glanced up at him, he smiled. I could get used to that smile. “At some point, I will need my wife’s phone number.”

Heat bloomed on my cheeks, but I put my number into his phone, and then Cameron’s when he offered it. This was really happening. I was getting married. Not just getting married, but marrying them. It didn’t feel real. And I imagined it wouldn’t until we were all standing at the altar.

“We do mean it, Ocean,” Cameron said. “Money is no object. Especially when it comes to the dress.”

Laura cleared her throat. “Make sure wherever your planner takes us can accommodate someone of her… size.”

This was where I shriveled up and died. Right here, and right now. Apparently I was wrong, and she would say everything right to their face. My eyes fell to the overly elaborate rug on the floor, tracing the ugly pattern in order to keep myself from looking at them and their reaction to her words.

“All of our bridal salons are size-inclusive,” Micah said, and I could have been imagining the hard edge to his voice. I must have been. “Now, Ocean, the last thing I need from you,” he paused, “for tonight, are your ring preferences.”

My head snapped up. Holy shit. I hadn’t even thought about rings.

“With her coloring, gold would be best. Nothing too heavy. She insists on working with her hands, so you don’t want her to lose a diamond in the dirt,” Laura said.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, wishing we could go back to five minutes ago when we were alone in the room and nothing felt as awkward as it did right now.

“I don’t recall your presence being required or requested,” Cameron snapped. “And we didn’t ask for your opinion, Mrs. McCabe.”

She huffed a breath and stomped out of the room, taking the heavy air with her. But I still didn’t trust it.

“Is that normal?”

I glanced at Cameron and flicked my eyes to the door, hoping he’d understand that I didn’t believe Laura was truly gone. “She’s just concerned. I can be clumsy.” Not a lie in the slightest. “And it’s all right. It’s only for a year. You can get me whatever ring you want.”

His eyes hardened. “We’ll get you a ring that you love, and there is no argument about it. If you want to think about it, please do. You have our numbers now. And we’ll make sure to give yours to Everett.”

“Thank you. And thank you again for the flowers. They really are beautiful.”

“I hope they tell you a little something about us.” Micah smiled. “And we knew you could make an arrangement far better than we could.”

Wait. Did they?—

I looked at the flowers again and took them in. Most flowers I knew the meanings of by now, but even my knowledge wasn’t encyclopedic. There were a couple I didn’t know, or wasn’t sure what the color variation implied. But the theme was clear: love and beauty.

Cameron’s hand touched my shoulder, and he turned me into his body, holding me close. My instincts rose, and I just kept myself from snuggling into his arms and leaning my head on his chest. My Omega liked them, and it was fucking dangerous. “Call us, please, if you need anything for the wedding. Or even if you don’t.”

“Remember.” Micah stole me away, and it was the first time he’d touched so much of me. Just as overwhelming, the heady sweetness of his scent wrapping me up. “What are you allowed for the wedding?”

I swallowed. “Whatever I want.”

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