“It was a beautiful ceremony,” Iris tells him.
“I couldn’t have asked for anything more. I didn’t need anything besides Tate and my girls.”
Wylder’s a big softy. He’d never admit it, but the guy is a girl dad through and through. Any hard shellhe did have, Tate shattered, making sure he let go of any notion he was in charge.
“Baby brother,” Tate says when she looks at me, dressed in a beautiful floor-length white gown.
I rise to my feet and kiss her cheek. “Congratulations, big sis. Another week and that dress would’ve given away your secret,” I whisper in her ear.
“It won’t be a secret much longer. We’re going to announce the baby in a few days,” she whispers back as Mom and Dad talk with Wylder.
If they’re happy about the wedding, they’re going to lose their minds over the first grandchild to be born into the family.
“Dinner’s about to be served,” Lulu says, staring down at her phone. “The caterer has said it’s all ready to roll.”
“Great. I’m starving,” Tate says to her.
I’m sure she is since she’s eating for two.
I was worried when she wanted to use the bar that we’d have to feed everyone too. The logistics of that would’ve been mind-boggling. It’s hard enough when it’s a family dinner, but add Wylder’s side of the family and their friends, and we were bursting at the seams. At least Lulu had the good sense to find a caterer who could serve a small army on short notice.
Coordinating everything could’ve been a nightmare, but Lulu’s organizational skills are top-notch. Any doubt I had in her has been wiped away with this event.
“Save a dance for me,” Tate says in my direction before she takes Wylder’s hand and heads toward the main table where their meals are being placed.
I watch my sister, seeing her smile and laugh with her new husband. Never in a million years did I think she’d find someone who would put up with her attitude, but she found the perfect man for her. And that’s all anyone could ask for.
Finding your forever isn’t always easy. Hell, it doesn’t happen for everyone. But I have a feeling my future is next to me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her there.
18
IRIS
“Has everything died down?”Mikayla asks, catching me off guard.
“Everything?” I ask her, confused about what she means by everything.
“The Lucas thing. No sighting of anyone strange lurking around?”
I shake my head as I sip my mocktail. Brax isn’t coming over tonight, and I’m not going to risk drinking and being alone. Who knows what I would do if left to my own unconscious devices. “Nope. Nothing.”
Sandy leans back into the booth, twisting her martini glass between her fingertips. “Well, thank goodness for that. He’s officially in your past.”
“I thought he was before until he called me out of the blue.”
“He’s a weasel,” Mikayla says, curling her top lip. “I never liked him.”
“Never?”
She never said a bad word about him when we were dating. She didn’t go out of her way to say good things, but she never said anything negative or that would give me pause when I accepted his proposal.
“Never.” Her voice is firm as she says that word. “There was always something off about him.”
“And Brax?” I ask her because she hasn’t said anything bad about him either, and now I’m wondering if she’s remaining quiet or if she truly likes him.
“Solid family. He’s kind. Good-sized penis,” she says.
I nearly cough out my drink. “Good? It’s more than good.”
