Margot still wore a pout better suited to a tween, and Ronnie scrambled for the right way to deal with this. They couldn’t have the waterworks starting up after the makeup artist had just completed her masterpiece.
“Hmm,” Ronnie murmured, feigning concern as she gently touched her sister’s shoulder. “If you need bells and whistles to enjoy your honeymoon, then maybe he’s not the right guy for you, sis.”
Margot’s mouth flapped open and closed like a fish. “But—but I love him.”
Ronnie smiled sweetly. “Then it won’t matter where you go for your honeymoon.”
Margot stared at her with wide eyes for a moment longer. And Ronnie winked, then gave her sister a pointed look…
Until Margot gave in with a small smile and a hot blush. “That’s true. And Aspire is going to be wonderful.”
“Yes, it will.” Ronnie kissed the top of her sister’s head, narrowly avoiding a bobby pin up her nose before grinning. “Love you, sis.”
Margot reached for her hand, threading their fingers together and kissing Ronnie’s knuckles. “Love you too.”
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Dallas stood next to Brandon and reached out to fist-bump him. “Looking good, my man.”
Nate, who was glued to Brandon’s chest, grinned back at him and gurgled, kicking his little legs.
“Too young for fist bumps?” Dallas looked at Brandon.
“Yep. But he is looking good, isn’t he?” Brandon beamed at his kid, who was sporting a little baby suit that matched his dad’s and his uncle’s.
Dallas rocked back on his heels. “We clean up good, kid.”
Brandon turned to face him. “Look at you, all happy and carefree.”
“I know, right?” Dallas grinned. “It feels like a weight is off my shoulders after finally telling Dad how I feel.”
Brandon’s smile was knowing. “Right. And that goofy grin has nothing to do with a certain snowboarding hotshot who’s been glued to your hip this week.”
Dallas didn’t even try not to gloat. Just the thought of Ronnie and their new relationship was enough to make him feel like he was floating.
“So, you’re really gonna take off with her, huh? You’re ready for that?” Brandon asked.
Dallas nodded. “I can’t wait. And…let’s be honest. You guys don’t need me underfoot around here. I’d only end up driving Bailey nuts.”
Brandon laughed. “True.” But then his smile faltered. “It’s actually Willow I’m worried about, though.”
Dallas grew serious. He was worried too. She hadn’t been the same this past week. She was evasive, especially with him. Outright avoiding them or hiding behind her work. Every time he asked to speak with her, she told him she was too busy.
His mother called a few days ago to say they’d had a chat with her and…it hadn’t gone well. She’d been shocked that they knew about Eric, then started crying and telling them they had nothing to worry about. After that, they couldn’t get another coherent sentence out of her…and she’d refused to answer any further texts or calls.
Dallas took a deep breath. “I don’t know what’s going on there, but you and Bailey will have to keep an eye on her. I did what I could by going to Walter Spencer.”
“You did?” Brandon sounded surprised. Probably because Dallas hadn’t told him or Bailey about that.
He hadn’t wanted Bailey to stress any more than she already was over the impending legal battle. “Yeah, well…” He trailed off with a shrug as wedding guests walked past. Not exactly the place to air family business. So he just said, “I made it clear we wouldn’t tolerate his son getting close to Willow to do his dirty work.”
Brandon flinched. “I can only imagine how well that went over.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve prepared the legal team to get ready for action. I must call them for another update.”
“Must you?” Brandon gave him a teasing smirk. “I didn’t think you worked for the company anymore?”
Dallas grunted in response, but the conversation ended with Bailey’s arrival.