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Many ideas formed in my head immediately. Like he could take a flying leap for one. Go fuck himself for two. I bit at my lip so I wouldn’t smile as I shrugged. “I really don’t understand.”
“No, you don’t. That is the problem,” Liberty stated.
“Son, haven’t you learned your lesson?” Jarret glared at him.
“You mean the one about running his mouth, Dad?” Justice laughed. “Nope, not even close to learning.”
“Stay out of this, brother,” Liberty grumbled.
“We all live here and we are all family,” Jarret said.
“I’m not a Walker,” I corrected him.
“Justice here is set to marry Scarlet,” Jarret reminded me. “So that makes you and your mother, family.”
I shook my head. “Look, him and I just do not get along. And I don't think that is going to change. But I want Scarlet to be happy. I won’t let…him ruin the wedding or anything.”
“Won’t let me?” Liberty countered. “The absolute bold on you, woman.”
“Wow!” Scarlet chuckled. “You two are really…” She shook her head.
“Yeah, they are,” Justice agreed as he just kept grinning.
“So, what do you propose, Mr. Walker?” my mother asked Jarret.
“Propose?” I shot my stunned gaze over to her. “Mom, he said he was sorry. So that’s just… fine,” I added with a doubt filled tone.
“No, see. I can tell it is not fine,” Jarret said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Scarlet, who is your Matron of Honor?”
“Well, Belle of course,” she replied.
“And Justice?” Jarret looked over at the groom to be. “Your best man?”
“Dad, you know it will be Liberty.”
“What are you getting at?” I asked Jarret as I got an awful feeling I knew what he was going to ‘propose.’
“That you two do your jobs,” Jarret said.
“And that is?” Liberty asked him.
“Oh, no!” I exclaimed as I knew what he was getting at. “I will not!”
“Be respectful, Belle,” Mom admonished me, then she looked up at Jarret. “Explain what you mean, please?”
“They need to plan this wedding,” he explained. “Ma is doing a lot of it, but she has to bake and cook. So, these two can do their roles together.”
“Say what?” Liberty spoke up as he looked a bit pale now.
“Say like you and Belle work on the details together, brother,” Justice said with a smirk on his face.
Liberty raised his hands up. “Wait a minute here. I don’t know anything about weddings.”
“But you’re my Best Man, Lib,” Justice reminded him.
I just kept shaking my head. “You just cannot be serious!”
“I think they are serious, my dear,” my mom said. “I also think it is a great idea.” She smiled.
