Page 3 of With You Forever

Lacey scoffs. She pokes a finger into his chest. “Smooth talk for a guy who’s late too.”

He knows he is. He’s gotta be across town for a film shoot. The Brothers Kincaid are being interviewed about the history of country music for an upcoming documentary, and if he’s late, Luke’s gonna have a boot up his ass.

“Hell, I know it,” he says, running a hand along her slender thigh. “But it was worth it.”

At the compliment, a pleased smile twists her lips. “You’re the best worst distraction.”

She kisses him quick, then she’s off his lap and adjusting her skirt. Seth groans, the loss of her like a sucker punch.

“We have to talk.” Lacey stares down at him, her pretty brow furrowed. “Really talk, Seth. About the wedding.”

Cocking a brow, he adjusts his cuffs. “You mean all about how we’re gettin’ married tomorrow?”

She scoffs. “Seth. Be serious.”

He grins. Lacey’s got that haughty-beautiful look on her face that tells him she’s exasperated as hell.

Seth pushes to his feet and zips his jeans. “I am serious. Hell, Lace. It’s been ten goddamn months.” A grumble tears out of him. He hates that it’s been almost a year and she’s still not his wife. “We should have gotten married in Vegas.”

Two months ago, the Brothers Kincaid played a residency in Las Vegas. He means it in a semi-joking way, but if that’s what it took to get him and Lacey hitched, he would have done it. Between Vegas and tours and life, it feels like everything in the universe is trying to stop him from marrying Lacey.

Lacey gasps and wrinkles her nose. “I will not be married by a fat Elvis.” She keeps going, giving him a small smile. “We have a date at least.”

They do. June.

Too damn long.

Stepping closer, she fiddles with a button on his shirt. “I just want it to be perfect, Seth. I want it to be perfect foryou.”

“I know,” he says, catching her hand. Lacey’s got a heart of gold. Her selflessness still stuns him. “It will be.”

Which is part of the reason it’s taking so long. Lacey’s been planning their wedding like it’s a damn Olympic event.

Still, he’d never deny her this. It’s her wedding. A wedding she’s been looking forward to since she was a little girl. What Lacey wants, she gets. Seth knows that as a wedding planner, she wants this wedding to be one of the best parties around.

Even if it is going to take her fifty damn years to plan it.

“First order of business is the invitations,” Lacey says, fixing her hair in the hallway mirror. “We have to get them out soon or we really won’t have a wedding.”

Seth hisses an unhappy breath. “How many we up to now?”

Lacey wrinkles her nose, hesitates. “I think ... three hundred.”

His jaw drops. “Christ. How in the hell do we know three hundred people?”

“Blame Luke. He’s inviting all of Six String.”

Seth rolls his eyes. Both Luke and Lacey are gonna have the entire city at his wedding. He wants it small. The people who matter. Not the ones who want to get rich off a photo of Lacey in a fancy dress or talk his ear off about the next album.

A shake of her blond head. “And it’s not just the invitations. We have to talk about the music and the food and my dresses,” Lacey rattles off, ticking a checklist on her fingers.

“Listen, I got it handled,” Seth drawls. “Invites—email them.”

Offended, Lacey scoffs. “Ridiculous.”

Seth goes on. “Music—I know a guy. And dresses? As in plural?”

Frowning, she props her hands on her trim waist. “I can’t pick one wedding outfit, Seth.”

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