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“Torture, my ass! If it weren’t for me, you would’ve gone in your old army fatigues with your hair in a tight bun.”
“Which I would’ve been comfortable in!”
Brielle’s gaze is incredulous. “Do you see what I had to deal with?”
I grin, loving my friendship with these two incredible women. “Holden and I haven’t talked about any of that yet, but I would love it if you both would be my bridesmaids.”
“Of course we will!” Brie answers before Blakely can open her mouth.
I look to Blake, waiting to allow her to answer. “I’d love to.”
“Oh, really? I’m chuffed to pieces!”
They both look at each other and then to me. “You’re what?” Brie asks.
“Sorry,” I say on a laugh. “I’m so happy. Thank you both. You’re truly perfect friends.”
Blakely’s phone rings, and she grabs for it immediately. “It’s Emmett. Hello?”
There’s a pause, and Brielle and I wait to hear what he says. Blakely’s eyes fill with tears, and I want to wrap her in a hug because they could be tears of happiness or disappointment.
“Okay,” she says. “I’ll see you soon then? I love you too.”
“Well?” Brielle says as soon as the phone is away from her ear.
“He was found guilty.” Then Blakely lets out a sob, and we hold our friend as she unloads her pain.
ChapterThirty-Eight
HOLDEN
~ONE MONTH LATER~
“You know our family and friends are going to fucking kill us, right?” I say to Sophie when we come to a stop outside of the little white chapel in Vegas.
“They’ll have to find a way to forgive us. Besides, we’ll still have our proper wedding when we get back, but this is where and how we should be married,” she says with all seriousness. “It’s where we started.”
Last night, we asked Mama James if she could watch Eden and told her we needed to go away for the weekend. We didn’t tell her that our goal was to get married.
So, here we are, in Las Vegas, the place we met and made a baby, ready to complete the circle of our relationship.
“I agree, but you and Brielle have been working so hard at planning our wedding.”
“She should talk! She ran off with Spencer and did this very thing.”
I bring my hand to her cheek, holding it tenderly. “Yes, but you deserve to have everything you want, love.”
“You’re what I want. This marriage is what I want. The wedding is just that, the wedding, it’s not the definition of our life . . .”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re stalling. Do you have cold feet or second thoughts?” she asks.
“Not at all.”
“Then let’s go in there and get hitched.”
I kiss her deeply, loving the slide of her tongue against mine. I love this woman more than I ever knew was possible. She’s my everything, and I want nothing more than to be her husband.
