Page 24 of Billionaire's Runaway

“I know.” He sighed. “I’m happy for you.”

“Am I happy for you, too?” I asked, looking over at Willow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jameson said with a sniff. “That woman is a pain in my ass. She followed me to your office, yelling at me the whole way there. When she heard Roz talking about you marrying Laura, she insisted I bring her with me.”

“Okay,” I said, smirking at my little brother.

Everyone who knew Jameson and Willow could see that they’d loved each other their whole lives. Unfortunately, they were the two most stubborn people on the planet, and refused to see it forthemselves. The phrase “thin line between love and hate” could have been invented for those two morons.

I walked over to my bride, reaching out to tug on Willow’s hair. I’d known her for what seemed a million years.

“Why don’t you give my brother a break?” I asked her.

“He’s an ass,” she hissed. “But I don’t want to talk about him. Congratulations, Luke. Laura’s a great girl.”

“Oh, I know.” I wrapped my arm around Laura’s waist and squeezed her into my side. “I’m a lucky man.”

“Sir.” The woman who worked at the chapel approached us, smiling. “The current couple is just finishing up. Is your whole party here?”

I looked around and smiled as Rick rushed through the door.

“They are now,” I assured her. “Just let us know when we’re ready.”

The doors to the chapel opened, and I bit back at a laugh as Mark and his fiancée—well, apparently wife now—walked out into the lobby.

“Mr. Cassel!” Mark stopped short when he saw me.

“Mark,” I said, reaching out to shake his hand. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you, sir,” he answered, his tone thick with confusion. “Uh…this is my wife, Melanie. Mel, this is my boss, Mr. Cassel.” He turned his head and caught sight of Jameson. “Oh! And my other boss…Mr. Cassel.”

“Nice to meet you both,” Melanie said, smiling at everyone in my group. “Who’s getting married?”

“That would us,” I said, hugging Laura a little tighter.

“Congratulations, sir,” Mark told me.

“Thank you, Mark.” I nodded to them both.

Mark and Melanie waved to us as they left, and I finally broke down into laughter as soon as I thought they were out of earshot.

“What’s so funny?” Laura asked.

“I’ll tell you later,” I promised. “Let’s go get hitched.”

We all walked into the chapel, and without any direction needed, Jameson stood to my left and Willow took the maid of honor spot beside Laura. Rick made to sit in the front row, but I cleared my throat pointedly.

“Get up here,” I demanded.

“Sir, that’s not necessary,” he insisted. “Your brother is here.”

“And you’re like my favorite uncle,” I said firmly. “Get. Up. Here.”

His cheeks turned pink, and his eyes may have gotten a little watery, but he stepped forward and took his place next to Jameson. My brother reached out and wrapped an arm around Rick’s shoulder, squeezing lightly before we all turned to face the minister.

“Dearly beloved,” she began, smiling around at us. “We are gathered here today to join this couple in wedded matrimony.If anyone here has just cause that these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“I object!” a strong male voice barked from the back of the room, making me jump. I turned to glare at the intruder but felt Laura stiffen, her lock on my hands growing painfully tight.

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