Page 182 of The Winslow Brothers

“Oh shoot!” I look up at Flynn. “My dress…the rental shop. It’s still on the chair in the bedroom and—”

“I’ll handle it,” he says with a soft smile, promptly stopping me from diving into a needless ramble about return policies.

“Thank you, Flynn,” I blurt as my eyes stay locked on his face and refuse to let go. “I’m really not sure if I said it in all the chaos of the night, what with my freak-out and basically making you convince me that it was the right thing to do to marry you…topactwith you.” I laugh, and he grins. “Butthank you. You’ve quite possibly saved my life, and you’ve done it without even asking for anything in return. Please, if you ever figure out a way for me to repay you, I’m telling you now, don’t hold back. Okay?”

“Okay, Daisy.”

I nod then. Okay. That’s…done. My frazzled brain nearly mocks me.Oh yeah, Dais, you’ve really got everything completely buttoned up.

Light lasers through the window, a perfect beam of illumination reflecting off the paint of my Uber as it pulls into Flynn’s driveway and comes to a stop.

I glance back at my contracted husband and plaster the biggest smile on to my face that I can manage. “Well, I guess it’s time to go.”

He nods and then surprises me by moving forward, putting his strong, firm hands to my jaw, tipping my head back, and pressing his lips to my own.

It’s a delicate, strangely innocent kiss, given the intimate knowledge we have of each other from last night, but the jolt it rockets through my pounding chest is nearly enough to send me to the hospital.

“Goodbye, Daisy Winslow.”

My stomach turns over on itself as he reaches around me and opens the door, holding it for me gallantly.

I look from him, back to the house, and then out to the car.

I guess that…is really that.

“Goodbye, Flynn.”

Flynn

In an expensive Las Vegas penthouse stood a man with a crappy cup of hotel coffee made from a temperamental Keurig, the logistical, legal side of his life having changed dramatically overnight.

I, Flynn Winslow, am that man, and what a night it was.

I’m officially the first Winslow brother to be married, and no one’s ever even going to know about it.Fucking hell. That’s funny enough to almost make me laugh.

I take another sip of my coffee and stare out the massive windows of the penthouse suite that Remy, Ty, and I reserved for Jude’s bachelor party weekend. For once, the Strip looks calm and quiet, and very few tourists mill about on the sidewalks. Hell, even the neon lights of the desert city look almost reserved beneath the Nevada sun.

Now this is the kind of Vegas I can get behind.

“Damn, Flynn, you’re up early.”

I glance over my shoulder to find my eldest brother Remy shuffling toward the kitchen, most likely in search of coffee, andjerk my head toward the clock on the wall. He follows my gaze and cringes to himself.

“Shit. It’s already eleven?”

I cover my smile with a sip from my coffee cup and turn back to face the window. I have a feeling the quiet atmosphere outside is compliments of many, many people in a state like my brother Remington.

Compared to the rest of my three brothers, I’m always the early bird who gets the worm, but when it comes to this weekend, it’s mostly because I don’t drink like a fucking fish. A beer or two is about as far as I get. And without me there to keep them in check last night, I can only imagine how close to dead they all came. This morning, of course—well, it’s a whole other story entirely.

Remy sets the Keurig to brew, and a groan escapes his lips as he puts his hand to his head. “I never should’ve agreed to do tequila shots last night. Ty and Jude are fucking assholes.”

Why he’d ever think our youngest brothers would steer him in a good direction when it comes to alcohol is beyond me. Most of the time, he’s old and wise enough to hold himself above their standards, but for whatever reason, this weekend, he’s been caught in the drunken tide with them.

I quirk an eyebrow in his direction.

“Shut up,” Remy snaps, making just the corner of my mouth kick up into a subtle grin.

“I didn’t say anything,” I counter.

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