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“Yeah.”
We kiss for a couple minutes before he asks, “Do you want me to grab us some dinner? I can pick up something and bring it back here?”
I think for a moment. “You know what? No.”
“Uh, okay. I–”
“I mean I’ll come with you.”
He grins. “You come with me? To town?”
I nod. “Mm-hmm. I want everyone to see my man.”
“Your man, huh? I like the sound of that.”
Chapter fifty-two
Epilogue
Michelle
“Who the hell gets married on Christmas Eve?” Eve asks, looking at herself in the mirror.
While fixing her hair, I tug on a strand of it. “Hey, be nice. Dylan and Leah agreed to do it today to make sure the whole family was in town.”
“Still. You and I have our long-standing tradition of being impatient and opening our gifts tonight instead of tomorrow. I’d like to get back to that.”
“Eve,” I sigh. “You’re fine. Besides, this is our first Christmas with Dane, and I want to do it up right. We are going to get up tomorrow morning and open gifts…like normal people.”
“But we are far from normal. He’s been around us enough to know that by now.”
“True,” I agree. “But we don’t need to drive home the point.”
Now, it’s her turn to sigh. But hers is much more obnoxious than mine.
I make eye contact with her in the mirror. “Can you please just try to have a good time? It’s a wedding for God’s sake. Let’s party!” I pump my fist in the air and get an eyeroll in return.
“Okay, okay. I’ll be good.”
Ronnie comes walking into the room wearing a dress that says “nightclub” rather than “wedding.”
“You two gals about ready?” She asks.
“Almost. I’m just fixing Eve’s hair.”
Ronnie narrows her eyes at the hairstyle and nods. “Oh, yeah. Looks awful.”
“What?” Eve squeaks while turning back toward the mirror.
Ronnie laughs. “Never gets old.”
A few minutes later, the Lawson clan is lined up to walk down the aisle. Since Leah couldn’t pick just one of us to be her maid-of-honor, we all just drew numbers on who got to walk down first. Ronnie goes first, followed by me and then Liz, Jo, and Eve.
Each of us make our way down the aisle and get situated. Leah, of course, steals the show, opting for a black dress instead of a white one. What else would you expect from a punk tattoo artist? Even though it’s not conventional, she still looks stunning.
While she and my brother begin to go through the ceremony, my eyes drift into the crowd. It takes almost no time for me to spot Dane. Damn, he looks fine as hell in a suit. I can’t decide which I like better–the suit or the jeans and boots.
The moment his eyes find mine, he smiles.
