He shudders. “For the love of all things sibling, do not talk about that.”
I grin at him. “Just riling you up, man.”
“I’m riled up enough already. Let’s go before I change my mind about you.”
All humor evaporates when we walk down the long hallway and enter the great room. My stride falters. Feet coming to an abrupt stop.
Hell, yes. Now this is some Christmas magic.
The room has been transformed into something from a dream. Candles flicker on every surface. White roses and evergreens drape along an aisle down the center of the room.
There’s an arch absolutely dripping with white flowers and twinkling lights.
Our friends and family fill the chairs on either side of the room. Not everyone could make it—for real this time—but most Agile’s second team are here.
Marshall is waiting by the arch. Danee, his wife is in the front row.
Truck and Allison meet my eyes as I walk down the aisle. Eli and Marianna both grin at me, probably enjoying my stressed state.
Scout and Aria are whispering to each other. Camille clutches a tissue, wiping her eyes while Beast takes up too much room, causing his leg to stick out into the aisle.
Rosalie is watching me from the arch. Her wine-red dress a contrast to the rest of the room. She looks as emotional as I feel.
“No crying,” I stage-whisper to her with a wink. “One sniffle and I’m gonna lose it.”
She laughs, dabbing her lashes. “I’m counting on it.”
So am I.
I take my position, Justice at my left as my best man, and try to remember not to lock my knees so I don’t face plant during the most important moment of my life.
The guys would love that far too much.
The guitarist in the corner kicks off something soft and beautiful. I don't know what it is. Liberty and Rosalie picked it. Truthfully, I can barely hear it over my pounding heart.
Steady, Spencer.
Someone clears their throat. All heads whip around. And there she is.
Liberty steps into the room, and everything else disappears.
“Good God,” I choke out. “I’m one lucky man.”
My bride is an utter knockout. She’s beautiful every day, but wearing a simple ivory gown that skims her curves and flows to the floor, is almost more than I can take.
I can’t wait to knock that elaborate hairstyle lose and scatter the flowers all over the bed when I make love to my wife for the first time.
My eyes can’t leave hers.
We don’t glance away. Not for a second.
I've faced down enemy combatants, jumped from planes, and diffused bombs in crazy environments.
Nothing has ever sobered me more or thrilled me more than watching Liberty Cruze walk toward me to become my wife.
When she reaches me, she passes off her bouquet so she can put her hands in mine causing heat to permeate my whole body.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
