Page 90 of Worth the Wait

“I’ll give you guys some time alone. Do whatever weird things brothers do. I’m going to go check on my dad and see how the women and Clara are doing.” I gave Patrick a wink and a kiss before heading out of their private room.

“Addi, take the damn dog with you,” Thomas shouted, but I’d already closed the door.

I walked down the stairs, careful not to step on my dress when I spotted my dad talking to Patrick’s. “Hello, gentlemen.”

“Hello, daughter,” my dad said, sans crutches.

The cast was off his leg, and I’d never seen the man happier than the day they finally cut it off. He actually took the crutches apart and then melted them down. Yeah, my dad had burned his crutches to molten lava.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Mr. O’Grady cooed before pulling me in for a hug. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re up next for all this.” He waved an arm around the place. “Ready for it?”

“Ready? Yes. All this?” I said as I looked around at the massive space. “Not gonna happen.”

The two men made confused faces, but I didn’t elaborate. They’d learn soon enough that an intimate wedding on our balcony, overlooking the acres of trees on our property, was where I planned on getting married.

“How are the boys doing?” Mr. O’Grady asked, and I gave a nod toward the staircase I’d just walked down.

“They seem in good spirits. I’m sure you can head up there if you want. I was going to check on the girls and make sure they’re good. And then I want to check on Bella and make sure she has everything she needs for later.”

“You’re not working, you know,” my dad said with a slight frown.

“I know, but I can’t help it. It’s in my nature,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll be back.”

I spotted Bella at one of the beautiful wood slab bars, organizing bottles and making a face.

“Everything good?” I asked as she looked up.

“I think I might need more ice, and I’m not sure where it is.”

“I’ll find out and get you some,” I said with a nod.

She grinned. “Thank you.”

“Of course. All the alcohol and mixers okay?”

She nodded. “Yep.”

I glanced at the framed paper that sat on the bar. It read,Please enjoy a specialty cocktail on us. Cocktails were made especially for us by Bella from Main Street BBQ.Then, it listed four cocktails with the ingredients for each one underneath. They had clever names, like the Brooklyn Babetini, Clarabel Cosmo, Thomas’s Twisted Tea, and an O’Grady Sour.

“They put your name and our restaurant on the menu?” My eyes were misting over at the thoughtfulness.

“It’s awesome, right?”

“Very. And these cocktails are so clever, Bella.”

She blushed at the compliment, but she was really good at this.

“I’ll check on the ice and be right back,” I said before disappearing into the large back kitchen.

Bella was right though; there was no extra ice in sight. After finding some help, who set off to pull buckets of ice for the bar, I went up the other set of stairs toward the bridal dressing suite.

I knocked, and three voices shouted for me to come in.

“Wait, what if it’s Thomas? He can’t just come in,” Lana disagreed.

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