Page 137 of Butter My Biscuit

“You lost. Beckett lost. Everyone lost. I’m getting married.”

She clears her throat. “You should’ve sold tickets to the circus because, right now, you’re being a clown.”

“Great pep talk.”

Remi enters, and my mood brightens because out of everyone, she seems to understand both sides.

“I just came to say congrats.” She shrugs. “Colt told me you were having a meltdown.”

“Is he going around, telling everyone that? Do I look like I’m in here, losing it?” I stand and glance between them, knowing I look good as hell in my tux with the plastered smile I’ve faked for years.

I’m a pro at it at this point. It’s how I’ve survived this long.

“Yes to both questions,” Kinsley says. “You’re doing that overcompensating thing you always do when you flick on that dickhead personality of yours.”

“Sometimes, I want to give you a wet willy,” I threaten, reaching for her.

“I dare you!” She rushes away, laughing, and then the mood turns serious. “I just want to make sure this is what you want.”

“It is,” I say.

Remi clears her throat. “Look, I’ll personally explain it wasn’t meant to be to every single person out there if you want to call it quits. You already know how I feel.”

I gave Grace plenty of chances to admit her feelings to me, and she didn’t, so I have no regrets.I tried.

I force a laugh and look between them. “What has gotten into you two? For real. This is the right decision for me, and I’m happy. Now, can we all pretty please put a smile on? I’m gonna make you both aunts before Beckett. So, try to cut me some slack here. I’m not wasting any time after this ceremony.”

This makes them grin, and I notice Kinsley’s shoulders relax.

She pulls me into a hug. “Okay. But how many signs do you need before you realize this might not be the right decision?”

I don’t answer her, and Remi speaks up. “I support you. This is what you want.”

“Okay, great. Now, we’re all on the same page.” I clap my hands together, trying to get excited. “I’m thrilled we had that little chatty chat. Oh, and know that I’m gonna try my damnedest to talk you out of getting married to your partner right before you walk down the aisle, just to make sure you’re in it to win it. It’s going to be a fun test. Had I not been certain about my decision, you might’ve cracked me with those performances. Bravo.”

Kinsley turns to me. “You ruin my wedding day, and I’ll chop off your balls. Then, I’ll wait for someone else to put a bun in the oven and make me an aunt. You’re not our only brother. I don’tneedyou to deliver me a baby to spoil, thank ya very much.”

“I love you, sis,” I tell her and give her another hug, and Remi joins in.

“I guess it’s time to get married.” Remi laughs, and we leave the room.

We go our separate ways. I walk down the long hallway that leads to the stairs that Stephanie will be walking down.

Before I round the corner, I run into Beckett.

“Gotta say, all this is making me nervous about my big day.”

“Dude, don’t be. If we can get an entire-ass wedding together this fast, you and Summer can make it happen by the end of the year.” I smile. “Also, can you tell Colt when you see him that I’m gonna fuck him up at the reception?”

“I just saw him. He told me you were having second thoughts,” Beckett admits. “I’d love to get my five hundred dollars back from Cash.”

I chuckle. “That money is long gone, bro.”

“Well,” he continues, “the horses are outside, waiting for you and Steph after the ceremony. I have a few ranch hands watching them down there.”

“Thanks, bro,” I tell him.

He checks his phone. “It’s time to go. Congrats again.” He hugs me and walks away.

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