“Yeah. Don’t you think it was?”
He smiles and nods as he puts his hand over mine. “Yes, it was.” He turns his face to kiss my palm. “I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never felt as close to anyone as I felt to you. As Istillfeel to you.”
“Same. We’re meant to be.”
“We are.” He takes my hand and presses it over his heart, which is beating just as fast as mine. “Best friends—”
I arch an eyebrow.
He laughs. “All right.Bestiesand soul mates forever.”
“Forever,” I echo. “And in less than a year—husbands.”
Epilogue
Adrian
Why am I nervous?
I’m about to marry my best friend in the entire world. I shouldn’t be nervous. Yet one glance at the small gathering of people has my heart racing. I hate being the centre of attention, but today is all about Fitz and me.
“Relax,” Fitz says softly from behind me, almost making me jump out of my skin.
He wraps his arms around me and rests his cheek on my back, which helps to ground me. I squeeze Fitz’s hands, glad we’re in this together.
“It won’t take long, will it?” I ask.
“The ceremony?”
I nod.
“Half an hour or so?”
I shudder.
“We could have eloped,” Fitz reminds me.
We’d discussed it but had both decided that our parents wouldneverforgive us. According to them, they’ve been waiting for us to get married for at least ten years, so we couldn’t exactly deny them our big day.
“I think they’re waiting for us,” I say.
Fitz chuckles. “I think they are too, but let them wait a moment or two longer.”
I take a few deep breaths as I survey our friends and family. Everyone is here—my family, Fitz’s much larger family, Luca, Greg, and Wyatt from work. A Spot of Tea is closed for the day, so Janine, Bobby, and Fitz’s not-so-new-anymore employee, Dakota, can join us. She has been a great asset to the store, allowing Fitz to take an extra day off each week and take holiday time. Plus, she’salmostas good a baker as Fitz. Or maybe she’s as good, and I’m just biased.
Vanessaisn’ta bridesmaid. Instead, I asked her to be my best woman. Surprising everyone, Fitz asked Max to be his best man. I don’t think Joe is ever going to get over it. Tilly is a flower girl, and technically so is her baby sister, but at only seven months old, little Lyra won’t be doing anything except sleeping or maybe crying. Right now, she’s sleeping in Stephen’s arms while Sophie fusses over Tilly’s hair. Blair finally proposed to Ana, and they’ll be getting married in the summer.
I turn around and take a good long look at Fitz. He looks stunning in a three-piece suit. We’re both wearing navy blue, but while my waistcoat and handkerchief are blossom pink, Fitz’s are his family tartan. He drew the line at wearing a kilt mostly because the tartan would clash with his hair, or that’s what he claims. It’s red, forest green, navy blue, and light blue, so he’s probably right. Small splashes of the fabric muted by navy blue works for him, though.
“Are you ready?” Fitz asks, holding his hand out.
“No. Is it too late to elope?”
Fitz laughs. “I’m afraid so.” He wiggles his fingers. “It’ll be fine.”
“They’ll all be looking at you,” I decide as I take his hand.
“They will not. They’ll be looking atus.” He squeezes my fingers and nods towards the room. “Everyone in there loves us and wants us to be happy. There’snothingto be nervous about.” He tugs me close. “I love you, Addy.”
