Gage twitches his head toward the exit. Obviously, there’s nothing in him that’s interested in listening to the truth.
“Well, Dudley?” He glares over at the Sector. “Let’s have it. What’s your take on this? And don’t think for a moment I won’t be taking your interest in the outcome to heart.”
“You have no heart.” Marshall scowls at him. “And you’re right. I know enough to mind my own interests.”
“Attention!” Melissa calls out with her hands cupped around her mouth. “Can I please have everyone’s attention?”
The conversations in the room come grinding to a halt while all eyes drift that way, but it’s not Melissa who has my mouth falling open. It’s Revelyn Booth who just got down on one knee in front of my Mia.
“Oh my word,” I whimper as I snuggle next to Logan.
“Mia Landon Messenger.” He kisses the back of my sister’s hand while looking up at her. He’s donned a suit, and his hair is neatly trimmed as he continues to propagate that Wolf of Wall Street persona. “You are beautiful inside and out. You have a brilliant mind and the biggest heart of anyone I know.”
I purse my lips as I consider if he indeed knows my sister—never mind the fact he reversed her dual surnames. Come to think of it—Mia might have dropped Messenger all together when she became a legal Landon.
“Mia.” Rev bows his head a moment before his eyes meet with hers once again. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
And then I lose it. My entire body bucks with emotion as Logan holds me tight. That was a beautiful proposal and Mia deserved every romantic moment of it.
Just about every woman in the room coos at the adorable sight.
Tears stream down my sister’s face as she nods with enthusiasm.
“Yes!” she squeals. “And it’s about time you asked. Yes! A thousand timesyes!”
The room breaks out into cheers, and soon Dr. Booth, Laken’s mother—his plus one—Mom, and I are all crowding around fighting to embrace them both.”
“Listen up!” Tad caws and we loosely give him our attention. “I’m not ponying up for another wedding. And I’m not footing the bill for another divorce either. But seeing that I’m up to my eyeballs in babies, I’ll pitch in for a couple of industrial-size boxes of prophylactics. You’re welcome.”
Mia shrugs over at Rev. “Thanks, Tad.”
“Don’t you listen.” Mom is quick to wave her other half off. “I’ll do my best to provide you with whatever I can to make your big day special.”
Demetri steps up to the plate—not a shocker—as he nods my sister’s way.
“Of course, my home is always open to you in any capacity,” he offers.
Mia sucks in a quick breath. “We’re getting married in a mansion!” She shakes Rev for all he’s worth, and the room breaks out into another round of cheers. “Skyla, I’m going to need to borrow your dress. It was freaking hot. And it’s like free now.”
“Oh, sure.” I look to Logan and shrug. “It’s all yours, Mia.”
“Great.” She clasps her hands as she looks to my mother. “I’m going to hack off a few feet of that skirt and have it hemmed to at least the upper thigh range.”
“Mia,” I say. “If I have a little girl one day, she might want to wear my dress in its original condition.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “I liked you so much better when you were Chloe.”
A dark chuckle emits from behind, and sure enough, I see the queen of mean with a curious Tobie circling her.
Tobie looks up at me with that adorable sparkling bow in her hair.
“Is she my mama?” She points a pretty painted fingernail up at Chloe.
“Yes,” I say. “But you’re welcome to call Laken and meMamaas well.”
“Tanks, Kyla.” She slaps Chloe over her bottom and runs away.
Chloe makes a face. “Something she learned from watching you, I’m guessing.”
