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Around five-thirty, we get a call from the coordinator that we need to get our asses to the ceremony site.
Pete changes into his suit.
I down another glass of apple cider like it's possible for carbonated juice to calm my nerves. Fuck, I can't remember the last time I was shaking like this.
It's good.
It's great.
But it's scary too.
My brother pulls open the door. He nods to me. "You ready?"
"Yeah." I drop the glass on the table and I follow him into the hallway.
He chuckles as he leads me to the elevator.
"Something funny?"
He nods.
"You gonna fill me in?"
"Fill you in? No." His dark eyes light up as he smiles. "Tom Steele nervous."
"Why are you saying my last name like it's different than yours?"
He shrugs. "More dramatic that way." He smiles. "Tom Steele, nearly married man."
"Yeah."
"Nervous as fuck."
"Poetic."
"I try." He pats me on the back. "Fuck, are you gonna be okay?"
"Yeah." I just need to breathe through my nose. I can't remember the last time I was this nervous.
"Come here." He pulls out his cell and leans in for a selfie.
I smile at the camera. It's a habit. I have the wholefun, bad boy one night stand charmthing down pat.
It's my image. I'm used to it. I get to play it up with Willow constantly taking photos of me.
Those sessions always start with me half-naked and end with both of us naked.
They're fun.
And the ending is fucking perfect.
I try turning my thoughts to sex, but that doesn't do shit for my nerves. I keep picturing Willow in our hotel room—the fucking nice one we're moving to tonight—in bridal lingerie, her smile as bright as her shiny platinum wedding band.
I'm getting married.
In the next fucking hour.
