Page 70 of The Princess, the Prick & the Priest (Confessions 4)

Priest’s voice had dipped a register, to that sexy place it went whenever he was naked and inside Robbie or Julien, and when Robbie met his wicked gaze, he saw the heated desire and love swirling in Priest’s grey eyes.

“I’m, uh, suddenly getting a little…tired,” Robbie said, and patted his mouth in a fake yawn that no one bought.

Julien held his hand out, and when Robbie took it and snuggled into his side, Tate stood back with Logan.

“We’re thinking about a ceremony in early October,” Priest said, as they all walked back toward the house. “We’d like it if you two could be there.”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Tate said.

“Good,” Robbie said, as they stopped in the kitchen. “I mean, you’ll get an invitation, of course. It’s going to be at my parents’ lake house where we used to spend our summers. My sisters are organizing everything, which basically means Bianchi madness will follow.”

Logan chuckled. “Well, count us in. We have to come and see the blushing bride on his wedding day.”

As they made their way through the house, Robbie grinned. “Just make sure you bring your tissues.”

Logan opened the front door, and when Priest and Julien stepped outside, he said to Robbie, “My tissues?”

“Yes,” Robbie said, as he looked into Logan’s handsome face. “Because I’m going to be so beautiful you’re going to cry your eyes out for having let me go.”

Logan’s eyes softened, and he leaned forward and kissed Robbie’s cheek. “In that case, I’ll be sure to bring three boxes.”

As Robbie straightened, Tate winked at him and said, “See you at work.”

“See you then, Mr. Mitchell,” Robbie said, and then jogged down the stairs to join Julien and Priest.

Logan called out, “And what will we be calling you next month?”

The three of them took one another’s hands, and as they walked down the path, Robbie called out over his shoulder, “Come to the wedding and you’ll find out.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Robbie has taught us how fun life can be

when you travel a little lighter—figuratively speaking, of course

~Julien & Priest

October…

IT’S A GOOD weekend for a wedding. It’s a good weekend for a wedding. It’s a good weekend for my wedding. At least, that was what Robbie was telling himself, but the ominous cloud rolling in over the lake wasn’t boding too well for him. “Val? You gave the right address for the flowers, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” Val said from the couch in their ma and pa’s great room.

“And the caterer? He knows where he’s going. Right, Felicity?”

“Yes, Roberta. Unruffle thy feathers—”

“I mean, I can see chairs down there,” Robbie said, ignoring her, as he walked closer to the French doors that led out to the deck of the Bianchis’ summer lake house. “But I don’t see flowers. I don’t see flowers, I don’t see programs, and…where are the bows? I don’t see the organza bows on the chairs like I asked for.”

As a fat drop of rain hit the glass pane of the door, Robbie jerked back as though he’d been hit in the face with a pie.

“Is that rain?” he said, his eyes widening as another drop hit, then another, and then another. “Oh my God.” Robbie whirled around to face his sisters, who were all sitting on the couch sharing a bucket of popcorn. “Why is it raining?”

Felicity handed the bucket to Val, got to her feet, and walked to Robbie.

“Because today is Friday, and you are getting married tomorrow,” she said as she put her hands on his shoulders. “It’s allowed to rain today.”

“No. No, it’s not,” Robbie said. “If it rains today, the ground gets muddy, the chairs are white, and then ugh.” He spun back to see that the raindrops were falling a little faster now. “What a disaster.”

Felicity wrapped her arm around Robbie’s waist and laid her head on his shoulder. “It’s not going to be a disaster,” she said. “Well, unless Penny’s water breaks.”

Robbie’s head whipped around to pin his oldest sister with a glare that spoke of his feelings on that. Penny was six days late with no baby in sight, and he’d like to keep it that way—for at least forty more hours. “I swear, you better keep your legs shut—”

“If only you’d had that talk with her nine months ago, brother,” Val said, and Penny picked up a piece of popcorn and threw it.

“Don’t worry,” Penny said, and smoothed her hands over her very swollen belly. “This kid seems comfortable where she is for now.”

“As am I,” Robbie said. “For now. She can arrive any time after midnight tomorrow.”

“Why then?” Val laughed. “Is that when you turn back into a pumpkin?”

“No, it’s when he turns back into our loving brother, Robbie,” Felicity said. “Instead of this high-strung bridezilla version.”

“Oh, whatever,” Robbie said. “I just want this to be perfect. It’s only going to happen once.”

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