Page 108 of Beautifully Reckless

She looked for me?

We hug again, emotion swelling thick in my chest.

“Alright. Enough lovey dovey shit. Save it for the ceremony.”

Smitty’s voice has us breaking apart, and I turn to face him.

“What ceremony?” My gaze dances between him and Jols, before shifting to Ringo by Smitty’s side, looking nervous. “Is this a biker club thing? Are you like, patching someone in, or something?”

“Or something,” Smitty mutters, glaring at Ringo.

“Wait…” Jols looks frantically between me and Ringo. “She doesn’t know?”

“Look, I thought she did, but clearly I’m fucking mistaken,” Ringo snaps.

“I don’t even know how you can fuck that up,” Jols scoffs.

“You’re fucking overstepping, Jols!” Ringo snaps and I throw my hands up, sick of being kept in the dark.

“Oh myfuckingGod. Would someone just tell me what bloody ceremony you are all talking about?”

A hush falls over the crowd around us, who had, up until now, been minding their own business.

“She swears.” Ringo’s brows shoot up, and I roll my eyes.

“You’repissingme off. So yeah, Iswear.”

Jols snickers and Smitty smirks before he reaches out and gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“We’re talking about your wedding ceremony.”

For a moment, I just blink dumbly at him.

Did Smitty just say… my wedding ceremony?

A laugh bubbles past my lips, but it dies quickly when I realise, they aren’t laughing too.

Then I stop breathing.

“Mywhat?” I squeak.

“Maybe we should give you and Ringo a minute,” Smitty suggests, before raising his voice to the crowd. “Let’s finish setting up!”

What. The. Hell.

“Did I…” I turn my wide eyes to Jols. “Did I hear him right?”

Her panicked eyes flick in Ringo’s direction, before she cringes and spins on her heel, stepping away.

I shake my head, sure I must be confused about what I think he said. Or maybe it’s Smitty that’s confused, because for some stupid reason, he thinks Ringo and I are getting married.

Staring up at Ringo, I see a flash of guilt whip across his expression and the dread I felt earlier gets heavier.

“You better start explaining,” I snap, surprised by the steel in my tone.

The crowd dissipates around us like they don’t want to be anywhere near while we have this conversation, and Ringo steps closer, keeping his voice low.

“You really don’t remember me asking you last night?”

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