Page 92 of The Healing Touch

“Viktor promised to stay behind and stream the wedding in the room.”

“Given everything that’s happened, it’s probably for the best.”

Angel nodded, but Becca knew how sad she was.

“No more tears, ladies,” Sara Jane announced. “We’re here. We all need to get changed, and then hair and makeup, and then on to your men to claim you like the highlanders of old who rode in, swooped up the girl he wanted, and took her home forever.”

“Uh, Sara Jane…are you working on a historical romance?”

She grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, it’s been in my head for days, and I forced myself to stop writing today so I could focus on y’all.”

The limo came to a stop, and the women piled out. Not one car in the small chapel lot. Nikoli had bought out the venue. She knew the men were in there, and she longed to feel Dimitri’s arms around her, to help calm her nerves, but she forced her nervousness away, rubbing her belly.

“Don’t worry, Buggy, your daddy isn’t going anywhere. He loves us.”

Sara Jane hugged her, and it helped. It was a trick that really helped to ease a panic attack. Just hug someone hard and let them feel your body heat and hear your heartbeat, and it calmed them down.

“Better?”

“Yes.”

“Ready to go get gussied up and knock our men’s socks off?”

Becca nodded and allowed Sara Jane to drag her inside through the side door and toward the room set aside for them.

~*~

Dimitri paced back and forth. He’d flipped off the Elvis poster more than once. He wanted it gone, but Becca and Angel thought it was funny and demanded he leave it alone.

“What is taking so fucking long?” he muttered to Viktor.

“Women take time to get ready, asshole.”

“Language!”

They winced when they heard their mother screech at them. Turning, Mason was behind him, his iPad aimed at them with their mother’s very angry face.

“You are in a church! No cussing.”

“Uh, Mama, I’m pretty sure this doesn’t count as a church.” Viktor took a step back whenBabbyappeared with her wooden spoon.

“You!” She waved it at him. “I say no bad words at church. You did same thing at Nikoli’s wedding. Don’t make me get on a death trap to come whack you!”

Viktor looked horrified, but the rest of them snickered, remembering Nik’s wedding. Poor Viktor had been trying to hush them up, but all theirbabushkaheard was the curse words falling off his lips. He’d been stalked and whacked with that wooden spoon all day.

Thank God she was in Russia and unable to whack any of them.

“I see what you think, Dimitri. I will get on the death trap to whack some manners back in you.”

Dimitri found himself backing away from his grandmother and her wooden spoon. He half expected her to reach through the screen and whack him.

“No more booty calls for you, Dimitri. Becca is a good girl and not a booty call!”

“Mama!” Irinia Kincaid gasped. “Do not use that word.”

Babbywaved her spoon dismissively. “He needs to know we’re watching him!”

“Witch, leave the boy alone. He’s got enough to worry about without you threating him.” Ronin Kincaid took his wife’s place. “Congratulations, son. I’m happy for you, even if you’re getting married in an Elvis chapel.”

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