Page 86 of Never Stop
“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Her gaze returned back to me.
“Why would you think I wouldn’t?” I challenged. “The last we spoke you wanted me to pop out grandkids for you because of your new boyfriend.”
“Fiancé.”
“What?” I asked.
“Stanley and I are getting married.”
“Of course—”
“Everything okay?” Bailee looped her arm with mine.
“Mommywas just telling me how she’s getting married—finally.” It would, in fact, be her first marriage.
“You are?” Bailee shrieked.
I felt eyes turn and look at us. “This all needs to be talked about at a different time, andnotat my wedding.”
“Can we talk tomorrow?” Mother asked.
“I—”
“She has a plane to catch tomorrow,” Bailee stated.
I did?
“Maybe before your flight?” my mother queried.
“I—”
“We can meet you for breakfast at The Carlyle. Your fiancé buys,” Bailee said for me. Apparently, she was going, too.
“Done.”
My mother’s gaze went past me again, and I turned to see Stanley walking toward us. Guess it was time to meet my soon to be step-father.
I was ready to leave. I’d had theperfectwedding, and I was ready to go back to my hotel suite and be alone with Easton.
We’d done everything: the dances, the cake, throwing the bouquet and garter (Bailee and Gary both caught each, and I wanted to throw up. I still wasn’t sure if I was okay with them being a couple—if they were. Bailee hadn’t confirmed.), and danced some more. I was exhausted and—hungry. Even though we had dinner, I barely ate. I was chatting with my friends and my new husband and before I knew it, our wedding was over.
I’d done it all, and I was ready todomy husband.
The black limo pulled up to our hotel, and Easton grabbed my hand and led me out. I was still in myperfectdress, and he was in his tux. The wind had started to pick up and wisp across my bare back, sending a chill through my body. Once inside, people stared as we made our way to the elevator with smiles gracing their faces as they watched us. Even strangers were happy for us.
“Do you have the key?” I asked when the doors slid shut after we stepped into the elevator. Through everything, I’d completely forgotten we needed a key to enter our room.
Easton dug into his pocket and held up the black key card while pressing the button to our floor. “Some chick slipped me this at our wedding. The nerve—”
I laughed, cutting him off. “Some chick? You better mean either Bai or Nic?” They were in possession of all my belongings, even the key to my suite at the hotel. They were good maid and matron of honors.
The elevator rose. “It was Nicole. She and Avery slipped out for a bit and then said our room was ready.”
My brows furrowed. “Our room is ready? What the hell does that mean?”
Easton smiled. “I requested a few things.”
The elevator stopped and dinged as the doors began to open indicating we were on our floor. “What the hell doesthatmean?”
