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After our little talk with Richardson, he realizes he’d be safer living in another town. Hopefully, he was smart and moved to another state. And that’s the last we hear from the motherfucker.

When Grammy insists that I spend the night before my wedding at the clubhouse, I grumble and complain, but the women hold strong. “You can’t see your bride before the wedding,” my grandmother insists.

“Sure, I can,” I argue but end up losing the fight when they gang up on me.

“I cleaned your room and put fresh sheets on the bed.” Gloria smirks. “I figured you’d be here before long.”

“I can’t fucking believe they kicked me out.” I grab a beer out of the refrigerator and drop onto the black leather sofa to complain to Rulie.

I expect the other man to take my side, but he shocks me. “I want to give you a little bit of advice that will keep your marriage healthy for a long time. Let the little woman have her way, and you’ll keep your sanity. Plus, you’ll find a nice, agreeable woman waiting in bed for you at night.”

“I’ll try to remember that.” I laugh.

The next afternoon, I stand next to Cash, waiting for my girl to appear. “You’re going to pass out if you don’t slow down your breathing,” Cash warns me. “And I’m not going to even try to catch your ass.”

“Thanks, brother.” I shake my head. “I’m glad to hear you have my back.”

“I have your back, but I’m not going to throw my back out trying to keep you upright.”

The music starts, and I realize my friend was keeping me occupied. “Thanks,” I whisper as I watch Quin walk down the aisle ahead of my girl.

“Any time.” Cash clears his throat and smiles as the women make their way toward us. “I’ll send you my bill for the ceremony and the psychological help next week,” he grumbles behind me.

“Fucker,” I growl and reach for my girl’s hand. “You look beautiful,” I tell her before I kiss her silky lips.

“I’m not a pro at this, but I know that’s not the right order of things,” Cash reminds me. “You need to keep your tongue in your mouth until I’ve finished my part.”

My brothers all snicker behind me as Cash begins the ceremony. I zone out but somehow manage to mutter the appropriate responses. “Okay. Now you can stick your tongue down your woman’s throat.” Leave it to my President to put his own “special” spin on our ceremony.

My brothers all hoot and holler behind us as I wrap my arms around Oakley and pull her close. “I love you, Mrs. Soracco.” I smile down at her.

“Shut up and kiss me.” She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I take Rulie’s advice and let my girl run the show.

EPILOGUE ONE

RAFE

FIVE YEARS LATER

Grammy and Quin laugh watching Melissa, my four-year-old niece, swipe bright blue eyeshadow across my face. I’d do anything to make this little girl happy, even make a fool of myself. It’s our usual Sunday dinner, and we’re all sitting out on our back patio. The only person missing is my wife. A few days ago, she came down with a stomach bug and hasn’t been able to shake the symptoms. I ignore the worry gnawing at me and enjoy my time playing with Melissa.

Seth wraps his arms around my sister’s waist and leans over to whisper something in her ear that makes her laugh. Their second child is due any day now, and I’m not going to lie; I’m jealous as hell. When Oakley agreed to marry me, I promised to let her have time to enjoy her career, but I’m starting to run out of patience. The desire to have a child with her is a constant ache eating away at me.

Oakley and I split our time between our homes in Houston and Silver Spoon Falls, and I always clear my schedule at least one day a week to spend time with Melissa. Over the years, Seth, the asshole, grew on me. Kinda like a fucking fungus.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I reach down to find a message from my wife.

Baby

It’s your color.

“What the ...?” I feel my face heating as I watch the YouTube video of me with bright blue eyeshadow and red lipstick. It’s already got hundreds of fucking views.

I stare at my soon-to-be-dead brother-in-law and roar, “Run, asshole.”

Grammy and my sister both shout and point at Melissa, “Watch your language,” but the asshole only throws back his head to laugh.

“Turnabout is fair play.” Seth shrugs, knowing there’s no way I will kick his fucking ass in front of my young niece.

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