Page 3 of aBound Wedding
After another hug, she’s gone.
I can’t take the smile off my face. Going back to my work, the checklist is almost completely done with time to spare. Shutting up shop, I’m getting ready in the bathroom, when Green comes back into the room.
“Hey. How was your guy thing?” I ask, waving my hand with the powder brush in it, little specks of white falling everywhere.
He comes up behind me and wraps me up tight in his arms. Looking in the mirror at us, we’re perfect. His height, his eyes, his tats, his skin—all of it next to me. There is no better.
“We’re gonna skip dinner,” he states, and my mouth falls open.
“I can’t skip. I’m in charge of it.” The panic in my tone isn’t one to be hidden because I can’t. What if something goes wrong? What if the food isn’t on time? What if the linens aren’t the right color? What if they don’t serve the right wine? What if… Just what if, dammit!
He turns me in his arms, and I tilt my chin up to get a better view. “It’s all handled. Just trust me.”
On his last words, I relax and sigh. There is not a single person I trust more.
“Always,” I whisper, and his eyes soften in that way he gets when he likes what I’ve said. It’s one of a million things I love about him.
He leans down and brushes my lips. “Let’s go.”
3
Green
Fuck me.Nerves are not my thing, but they’re here today because I’ve done something. I don’t know how Leah is going to react.
She’s either going to be pissed at me or love it.
Right now, I’m not sure which way she’s going to lean. While she’s been busy planning Bristyl and Coop’s wedding, I’ve been planning something of my own. Along with Bristyl, Coop, and Leah’s parents. Everyone has been involved, and I couldn’t be prouder.
Shit’s not been easy. Leah and I don’t keep secrets, but this I did, for this—only this. Since I fucking love her either way, we’ll deal.
Leah’s phone rings right on time. She scurries from the mirror to grab it, holding up one finger.
“Yeah.” Her eyes flit to mine, but my expression stays stoic, not giving a damn thing away.
“I can’t come to dinner. Green has something planned.” The tension in her voice is not lost on me. She wants to be there for her friend, but also for her man. She’ll be doing both.
“I only brought that one top with the lace overlay and those white shorts you begged me to put in my bag, but they’re a bit tight.” Her eyes narrow, showing her insecurity. She has no reason to be insecure. She’s beautiful.
“I can’t, Bristyl.” Her eyes plead with me, not wanting to have to choose between her best friend and her special day and me.
I give her an out. “It’s good. We’ll meet her, and then we can go after we eat.”
Relief flitters in her eyes as her body sags, and she finally breathes. “Yeah. We’ll be there, and I’ll wear the white. Why, though? That wasn’t on the list, Bristyl. We didn’t tell people there was a theme or a dress code.”
My girl is smart, not letting that little tidbit go. Her brows narrow then release, and I’d love to hear what Bristyl is telling her.
“Yeah, fine,” she concedes, and I stop myself from giving a fist bump to the air. “Give me fifteen.”
She huffs, and a small smile plays on her lips. “Because once I put those shorts on, Green is going to want me, and while fifteen minutes is nothing—it’s something.”
A chuckle rumbles deep in my chest. She’s so right about that, and restraining is going to be hell. But we need to be down there in the next few minutes for all of this to work.
“Bye.” She clicks off the phone and tosses it to the bed, coming directly in my arms. “I’m sorry.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I squeeze. “It’s good, babe. Get whatever it is you need to get on, and let’s get out of here.”
“You’re not going to jump me?”
