Page 155 of Saving Tatum (Trace + Olivia 4)

“You’re beautiful.” Trent whispered to her as she handed me her bouquet to hold.

Their vows were exchanged quickly to the hoots and hollers of the friends and family gathered.

“You may now kiss your bride.”

Trent grasped Rowan’s waist and dipped her down, kissing her in a way that should be illegal in public.

I started to blush and turned away, feeling like I was invading on a private moment.

Trent lifted her back up and kept his arm wrapped around her. He swiped his thumb across her bottom lip as they were introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth.

They headed back down the aisle and everyone started to stand.

Jude came to stand by my side, his eyes excited. “Let’s do that.”

“What?”

“Get married. You said you’d marry me, so let’s do it.” He nodded his head excitedly.

“Today?” I gasped. “Here?”

“Why not here?” He countered.

“Uh…” I blanched as people fluttered around us. “Because it’s Trent and Row’s wedding.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “You know they won’t care. Please, Tate,” he reached for my wrist and I was sure his fingers felt my pulse jump. “Marry me today.” Before I could reply he was dragging me through the crowd to where Rowan and Trent stood. “Would you guys mind if we got married today? I really can’t wait another second to call this woman my wife.”

Rowan’s mouth fell open and she let out a squeal. “Do it!”

Fuck.

Jude turned to me. “See, they’re cool. There’s nothing but you stopping us now, Tater Tot.”

“I-I-” I stuttered, looking from Jude to our friends. “But your grandpa isn’t here. Or your brother. Or your friends.”

“All it takes is a phone call to change that,” he argued. Sobering, he let out a deep breath. “I know I said we’d wait till you were ready, but I don’t want to wait, Tate. I know you’re it for me and I want to be married to you.”

I swallowed thickly, feeling panicky. Not because I wanted to say no, but because my answer was very much— “Yes,” I grinned. “Yes, let’s do it!”

“Ahh!” Rowan screamed, throwing her arms around me. “This is so exciting!”

I was surprised that she was so thrilled, because I really felt like we were hijacking their wedding. Trent seemed to find the whole thing very funny, standing there with a smirk on his lips and his hand on Tristan’s shoulder.

“You two need to go get a marriage license,” Rowan pushed Jude and I towards the French doors that led inside the house. “I’m going to talk to Olivia and see if we can find a different dress for you. Something a little more…bridal.”

“Rowan, this is fine,” I pointed to my peach colored bridesmaid dress.

“No, no, no,” she shook her head, her lips set into a firm line. “You need a proper wedding dress or something close to it. Now, go! Hurry!” She gave us another firm push towards the door.

Jude grasped my hand and we ran through the mansion. After a few wrong turns, we finally made it to the foyer and out the front door.

They’d hired a valet to park cars on the expansive property, so Jude handed one of the guys a slip of paper.

A few minutes later his truck pulled up and we left quickly.

He called Archer, telling him to pick up Pap and make sure they dressed nicely. He even extended an invite to his wife, who we hadn’t met yet, and Julia. From what I could overhear of the conversation Archer was curious about what was going on but Jude wouldn’t tell him that we were getting married.

He hung up from Archer and called Dylan, inviting the guys. He once again left off the part that we were getting married.

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