Page 85 of Lost Lyrics

To a sea of cheers, hollers, whistles, and claps, Flint and I ran down the aisle and waited in the corridor tent for everyone to join us.

With aching cheeks, unable to stop smiling, I fell into Flint’s embrace and kissed him. “We did it.”

“We certainly did. I love you.” He kissed me, long and hard, stealing the air from my lungs. God, he could kiss me like that for the rest of the night...no, my life. But Cole broke us apart, and the congratulations started as guests streamed out of the main tent and crowded around us.

Following photos with and well wishes from family and friends, Flint and I headed upstairs with our bridal party to have photographs while everyone else enjoyed pre-dinner drinks and appetizers, and mingled. We had formal photos, fun photos, a few sexy ones, and some candid snaps. We made the best of being indoors.

Everyone was seated by eight o’clock for our reception.

With another grand entrance, this time floating on Flint’sarm, I entered the main tent, swirling my skirt around me. Our friends waltzed in behind us and we took seats at the bridal table. Strands of twinkle lights covered every inch of the roof. A gazillion pale pink flower arrangement stood throughout the tent. Round tables set with black tablecloths, crystal glasses, white plates, and centerpieces of pink flowers and a tall candle filled the floor. Friends and family filled the chairs.

The venue had turned out better than I’d ever imagined.

A smile never left my face, nor Flint’s.

We drank fine champagne, ate exquisite food, and laughed with our friends.

Hunter, from Everhide, hosted the evening. I didn’t know who was more of a show pony...Flint or him.

He took to the mic at the top corner of the dance floor.

“Evening, everyone. I’m Hunter Collins. I’ll be your master of ceremonies tonight. It is an honor to know The Flintlocks, to call them good friends, and to be here to celebrate Flint and Sutton’s wedding.” He tilted his head toward Flint and his groomsmen. “I met these guys several years ago at an awards show in Vegas...where they lost Best Band, and we won. I’m not sorry about that.” He threw them a shit-eating grin. “But it has been exciting to watch their career grow and to be a part of their continued success. On behalf of my fellow Everhiders, Kyle, Gem, and Hayden, and our partners, Flint and Sutton, we wish you a lifetime of happiness. The way to do that is to always make each other laugh, make time for one another, talk about anything and everything...andfuckevery day.” An even bigger smile lit his face as everyone laughed. “Right. Let’s get this evening on a roll. Flint, the mic is yours.”

With champagne in hand, Flint made a speech, thanking everyone for coming. Cole had everyone in fits of laughter as he spilled dirt on Flint. Maddy did the same when she talked about me. I said a few words, reiterating Flint’s thanks to everyone fornot being deterred by the weather and making our day special.

Then Bruce, Flint’s dad, spoke.

“As a father of two boys who dreamed about being rock stars, I was always worried. The gigs, the booze, the drugs, women, and parties turned my hair gray well before my time. Trying to keep them in line was often a lost cause. Audrey, my wife, and I had to trust them to find the right path. Let them follow their dreams. Support and love them. Be there when they needed us. We didn’t always manage to do that. When we lost our youngest son, Phil, we failed Flint on an epic scale. For that, I am truly sorry. I’ll spend the rest of my days making up for that mistake. But today we stand here, proud. Proud of the man he has become. He’s a leader. A talented star. A good man. He turned out alright. Flint, you have found a beautiful woman who loves and supports you. Sutton, you are a delight. Flint adores you. And I wish you both a lifetime of happiness. Welcome to the family. Cheers to the happy couple.”

Wow.I sniffled and dabbed the tears from my eyes with a napkin. Flint’s dad was sweet. My dad? Far from it. He was somewhere in Mexico, no doubt gambling his life away. No loss he wasn’t here.

After Flint and I cut our huge, tiered wedding cake with roses billowing down one side, and fed each other a mouthful of fluffy chocolate goodness, Flint took my hand and drew me close. “Surprise time.”

“What? What surprise?” We had nothing planned. I balked as he dragged me toward the dance floor.

Hunter dragged a chair out into the middle of the area and handed Flint the mic. Cole, Slip, and Lewis scurried over to Duke’s band’s instruments and took charge of them before Duke and his guys played their first song.

I clutched onto Flint’s hand.

Oh shit. He wasn’t, was he? But . . . yay!

I’d secretly hoped Flint had written a song and would sing.

He never disappointed me.

“Sutt?” Mischief flared to life in his eyes as he tilted his head toward the chair.What is he up to?“Please take a seat?”

Oh boy. What am I in for?But I was game. I flicked my skirt behind me and slid into the chair. All eyes were on me...us. Every guest looked intrigued. Good thing I liked being on show. As did my husband.

He spoke to the crowd. “Okay, folks. You know I love to write love songs and pour my heart and soul into my lyrics, so I had to write something for Sutt. But this...is a little different.” He unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his tie. “A little bird, being Maddy, told me Sutt was very,verywell-behaved at her bachelorette party...Well, don’t be fooled. She is far from innocent.” He winked at me, then pointed toward the guys.

What? Oh, my. Heat flushed my cheeks.

Cole, Slip, and Lewis played, but rather than rolling out a romantic slow tune, they struck a sexy, loud rock beat. Flint turned his back to our guests, swayed his hips, leaned toward me, and cradled my cheek.

You may have everyone fooled, girl. But oh no, not me

I saw it in your eyes on the very first night that we met

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