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“And you know this how?” Ror asks.

“Because that girl was so laid back and calm when she was dancing up on him in the middle of the club when I showed up. She was sassy, easy going and when I left with you, she had no problem letting Zac take her home. He gave her some D and now here we are.”

“Some D?” Luna laughs.

“Yeah,” I say widening my eyes. “Now she’s wound so tight she is about to explode. I say he gives her a little reminder and knocks some of the anger out of her.”

“You’re filthy.” Aurora shoves my shoulder, pretending to be annoyed but I notice the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“You like how filthy I am.” I hook her around the waist and pull her close. Nipping at the side of her neck she tries to swat at me but I hold her tighter. “I’ll remind you how much you love it later tonight.”

“Eww,” Luna shivers and walks off saying something about never needing to hear one of her brothers explain his filthy antics.

When Aurora and I are alone, I back her up to the side of the car and use the weight of my body to hold her in place. I know she is worried about Presley and to be honest I am a little worried about Zac. He’s grumpy lately and out of all of us, he is the most laid back. Nothing ever phases him. He handled me when I was being the biggest prick I could be. He’s taken a lot of shit form me; he’s been there for me when most would have walked away. Zac isn’t this guy, he’s not angry. I punched him and he kept on fucking smiling. When most would have lost their shit, he held it together.

“I hate seeing them like this,” Aurora says, looking toward the cabins we would be staying at in the distance. A sadness in her expression that feels like a punch to the gut.

“Hey,” she shifts her attention back to me. Lifting my hand I push the hair away from her face and cup her jaw, dragging my thumb over her lower lip.

She is so beautiful it makes my chest ache.

“We’ll figure it out. They may be confused about it, but we’ll help them get through it. Whatever it is that’s going on, we’ll be there for them.”

She nods and I press a soft kiss to her lips.

What I feel for her was so unexpected. But every day it only seems to take me over a little more. Even if I wanted to run, which I don’t, I know I’d never get far. It’s become very clear, I need her. And more than that I want her, more than anyone or anything, I want Aurora.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Aurora

I’m a blubbering mess. Tears in my eyes, as I wave my hands and look up at the ceiling doing everything I can to keep from messing up my makeup once again.

I’m a mess.

“They just keep coming,” I whine as I spin around and look away from Bree. I’ve screwed up her makeup too.

Too many times.

“You look so beautiful,” I say, fanning my face with my hands. “And I’m so happy for you.”

Bree looks like a princess. The long train, pooled behind her, the bodice, with a lace overlay, hugging her body perfectly. It’s breathtaking.

Craig spent more money on his daughter's dress than every other wedding preparation combined. It was handmade, just for her. There was no other dress like it.

The beads from her mother’s dress were used to make her headpiece, and she wore the same shoes her mom did the day she married Bree’s father.

It was all so much and I know more than anyone how much all this combined means to Bree and to her dad.

A large, framed picture of Evelyn, Bree's mom sits on a chair in the front row, as if she is there to watch her daughter marry the man that won her heart. Everything about the day is truly magical and sentimental.

As if all of that isn't enough to have me hanging on the edge, it's the look in Daxton's eyes that shoves me off the ledge.

We all gather at the front, near the arch, watching Bree approach us with her arm linked through her fathers. The pride in his eyes, and loving way he lays his hand over hers that rests on his forearm leaves me in awe of her. I'm not close to my father, I never have been. To him I was a part of a marriage requirement, something him and my mother felt was expected of them. I never had the proud dad sitting in the stands cheering me on. He was the man that couldn’t be bothered to even teach me how to drive, I learned that from Craig. I learned most everything that a father should teach a daughter from him.

As they step up close, Craig offers me a smile and a wink, before looking at Daxton. The complete and utter awe in his eyes as he looks at his future wife, takes my breath away. The way his eyes shine with unshed tears. There is something about a burly looking tatted up man with so much emotion in his eyes that makes my needs weak.

When the preacher asks who gives this woman to this man, Craig says 'me' with pride.

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