Page 117 of Fear of Love
I could tell we were still reeling from the news as we made our way back to the tent. We walked through just in time for Josie and Wyatt to make their entrance. Guests made their way toward the couple to congratulate them.
With the girls at my side, we headed for the bar. We definitely needed a drink.
“The guys better not spill the beans.” Tasha shook her head as we waited for the bartender to make our drinks. Trevor and Bryton slipped into the crowd, no longer near us.
“And they say women gossip.” Mila scoffed. “Men are so much worse.”
“Seriously,” Tasha chimed in. “I’ve heard Trevor on the phone with Wyatt and Bryton way too many times talking about teammate drama or something going down with another team.”
“They’re girls stuck in men's bodies,” I said.
We laughed in agreement as we picked up our drinks. Tasha snagged an extra one for Josie, and the three of us turned to face the party, pushing what we just learned to the back of our minds. At least for now.
“Let's go find the bride.” With drinks in hand, Tasha started in Josie and Wyatt’s direction.
It took us a few minutes to get to her with all the guests crowding around. I glanced behind me, wondering whereLandon wandered off to. Six days of not being around him made me want to glue myself to his side.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Boone.” Tasha’s squeal had me turning to look at Josie. She was absolutely beaming as she stood there in a new dress.
When we went dress shopping, we managed to convince her to get this one as her reception dress, because why not? The silky white fabric hugged Josie’s body perfectly, with thin straps on her shoulders before dipping into a very low open back, a small section of fabric trailing behind. It was simple and stunning. Her brown hair was now completely down and curled around her face. Even her lipstick was a different shade. They definitely did something before coming in here.
“I can’t believe I’m married.” She looked over at her husband who was talking with Trevor and Bryton. “Thank you guys for being my bridesmaids.”
“Without me, you and Wyatt probably would have gotten married in Vegas or something.” Tasha rolled her eyes. “Someone had to be the voice of reason.”
“I love you.” Josie laughed but didn’t disagree. Tasha barely stepped aside before Josie was swept under an arm.
“You now have my last name.” Mateo grinned as he stepped up beside Jo. Like the others, he had taken his tie and tux jacket off, leaving him in his white dress shirt. “No one would even know that you’re married to me and not Wyatt.”
Josie rolled her eyes but wrapped her arm around his waist in a side hug.
“But, seriously. Congrats, Jo.” Mateo pulled her tighter into his side. “I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you, Matty.”
One by one, Wyatt, Trevor, and Bryton entered our group.
“Hey, have you seen Landon?” I asked after a moment.
“He said he had to get something from his car,” Mateo said, one shoulder lifting. Right on cue, I caught sight of Landon making his way toward us from the entrance of the tent. My gaze zeroed in on the envelope in his hand.
I sent him a questioning look as he approached, everyone finally catching sight of him. The smile he sent me made my cheeks heat up. Who knew me, Lydia Ellis, would get all smitten and giddy from a stupid smile.
“Hey,” Landon greeted. I waited for him to come to my side, but instead, he stopped in front of Josie and Wyatt, who had turned in his direction. “I know things will be a bit hectic after the wedding, so I wanted to give you this.” Landon extended the envelope in his hand to the bride and groom.
Landon’s shoulders were stiff and tight as everyone watched, curious about what he gave them. I had no clue what he was doing.
Wyatt sent his brother a confused look while Josie opened the envelope. Whatever she saw made her eyes go wide, hand coming up to her mouth. Wyatt peered over her shoulder, head snapping up toward his brother.
“Landon, you…” Josie's mouth opened and closed. Tears filled her eyes as she stared down at whatever it was.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Wyatt finished for her.
“I know, but I wanted to,” Landon said, stealing a quick glance at his brother before continuing. “Usually, the father of the bride or groom does something and since…” he paused, a flicker of nerves crossing his face as he looked at the couple. We all understood what he meant without him saying it. Neither Josie or Wyatt had a father to do that for them.
“I wanted you guys to have a proper honeymoon,” Landon explained.
“I can pay for the tickets. You?—”
