Page 71 of Beautiful Crazy

“Okay, maybe you just don’t satisfy her the way she wants you to.”

She seemed pretty fuckin’ satisfied last night.

“Or maybe you’ll do something like only Emmett Fox can do and fuck everything up with her.”

“Easy, Ash,” Graham chuckles. “You’re going to give Emmett a complex.”

“She’s my best friend, you guys. I know her better than anyone. And she knows me. And about that satisfied part…” My brows knit together. “There is zero concern in that department thank you very much, so let’s just get on with it.”

Graham snaps on his rubber gloves. “Okay, man. I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing.”

I turn my head and smirk at him. “Do I ever really know what I’m doing though? I’m a fly by the seat of my pants kind of guy.

He huffs out a laugh and claps me on the shoulder. “I know you are Emmett. It’s what we love about you. Your penchant for doing things on the fly.”

Beckham puts his phone in his back pocket and finally makes his presence known. “So, are you saying your wedding is next? Are you that on-the-fly, as they say?”

Bobbing my head I answer, “Hey, if I could marry Emily tomorrow right along with you guys, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

Beckham smiles as he nods. “I know you would. If I’m being honest, out of all of us, I figured you and Emily would be the first ones to tie the knot.”

“See?” I stare at Asher with bulging eyes but point to Beckham. “There’s one brother who knows where I’m coming from.”

Asher holds up his hands, laughing again. “Hey man, don’t shoot me. I was just trying to make sure you understood that ink is permanent.”

“Yep. Got it. No returns. No exchanges.”

Graham leans forward, bringing his tattoo gun to my chest, and I take a deep breath awaiting the familiar sting on my skin.

“So, when are you showing her this?” Beckham asks.

For a fleeting moment, I miss Emily already, remembering all the girls are staying together tonight to keep the future bride and groom apart until their big day.

“Well, I guess since I’m sleeping alone tonight, it’ll have to be tomorrow.”

It takes no time at all for Graham to scroll my handwriting across my heart, a permanent reminder to the universe that Emily Chesney is the girl who owns my heart.

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“Holy shit.” My jaw drops when the ladies all enter the formal dining room at Whisper Fields. Their smiles and expectant looks are on me as my eyes glide over Emily from top to bottom. I’m pretty sure rehearsal dinners are still about the bride and groom, but even Hadley is watching me for my reaction and rubbing Emily’s nervous arm. She’s sporting what has to be a brand-new dress. Either that or she’s got some sort of secret wardrobe I didn’t know about. It’s an army green ribbed sweater dress that wraps around her and knots on the side. The dress hangs beautifully on her body and accentuates her beautiful figure. The material stops several inches above her knee which leaves room for the dark brown knee-length boots she’s also wearing.

Fuck me.

Those boots.

And a dress I can unwrap.

And she’s not staying with me tonight?

Fuuuuuuuck.

How do I keep my balls from exploding?

“You look stunning.” I wrap my arm around her waist when she finally reaches me across the room.

“Thank you, Emmett.” Her long brown hair hangs down her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face as I take her arm and spin her slowly around so I can see all of her. “Do you like it?”

“I like it very much, yes.” Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “It’s gonna kill me that I can’t unwrap this gift at bedtime tonight. Do you even know what you do to me?”

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