Page 53 of Bragg's Love

Soleil sighs.

“You guys aren’t helping.”

“Helping? How are we supposed to help? I’ve got condoms in my purse,” Ashlyn says.

My brow wrinkles. “Why do you have condoms in your purse? You’re married.”

“And trying to have another baby,” Moon adds.

“You’re trying to have another baby?”

Ashlyn doesn’t deny it. Instead, she asks, “Have you seen my husband?”

She’s got a point. Her husband Rowan is smoking hot. He’s six-foot-five with broad shoulders and burly muscles.

“Eden,” Miller growls when he reaches our table. I glance up at him and my mouth waters. Hmm… it appears tall and muscular is my type.

“Dance with me.” He holds out his hand.

“Are you asking or telling me?”

Soleil shoves me out of my chair. “Who cares? Go dance with the man.”

Miller smirks as he shackles my wrist and leads me toward the dance floor but before we can make it there, the music stops and Mrs. West speaks into the microphone.

“Good evening. I hope you’re having a good time.” Everyone cheers in response. “We need to interrupt the music for a minute for the bouquet toss.”

“Mom,” Juniper whines.

“Hush, baby girl. I let you forgo the cake testing. I will not forgo the bouquet toss.”

“And the garter toss. Don’t forget the garter toss,” Brody shouts.

Maverick stands and pins Brody with his stare. “There will be no garter toss.”

Brody raises his hands in defense. “But you are going to remove her garter?” He wiggles his eyebrows and Maverick steps toward him.

Riley blocks him. “You’ll have to excuse my brother. He’s an idiot.”

“We’re twins. If I’m an idiot, you are, too.”

Riley smacks Brody. “Do you want to get dragged out of here by security?”

“Maybe. I did notice one female security member. I never knew a tight bun could be so sexy.”

Riley clamps his hand over Brody’s mouth. “You don’t know when to stop, do you?” he mutters as he drags his brother away.

“Do you need to go help?” I ask Miller.

He leans over and whispers in my ear, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, flower girl.”

I shiver at the feel of his breath on my skin. “Okay,” I sigh.

“Will all the single ladies join the bride on the dance floor?” Mrs. West asks.

Miller nudges me toward the dance floor, but I hold my ground.

“Nuh-uh. No way.”

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