Life really does love to throw you a plot twist.
“Do you think Pancake would like to be a flower girl?” he asks.
I laugh, my head dropping to his shoulder at the ridiculous question that he means every word of.
If it took years of feeling alone to lead me to this moment, it was worth every single second, because there’s nothing I wouldn’t endure to be here in the arms of the man I love.
The man I’ve always loved.
EPILOGUE - LEXI
“How the hell did you do it?” Colten snaps from the other side of the door.
It’s our wedding day, and he seems to have missed the memo about not seeing the bride before she walks down the aisle.
“Whatever do you mean?” I smirk at Riley sitting on the couch with Mom, both their hair and makeup done. All that’s left to do is get dressed, and I’ll be ready to get married.
Again…I guess.
“You turned the cameras off!” he snaps.
“Yep.”
“Lexi,” he warns.
“Yes, Colten?” I reply sweetly.
“How did you do it?”
“Well, I live with a man that’s ultra obsessed with my safety and has cameras in every room in the apartment. It was actually pretty easy once I practiced at home when you were getting your suit fitted.”
“So there was no power outage last week?”
“Nope.” I take a sip of my champagne.
I’ll admit, it’s not easy to keep things from Colten because his level of awareness when it comes to me is on another level, but it’s been fun to outsmart him for once.
He sighs. “I just need to see you’re okay.”
“You can hear me just fine, Colt. I’m good, great even. And you’ll see me at the church in two hours.”
“That’s too long.”
I roll my eyes and meet Mom’s eye across the room. She’s laughing quietly to herself, and she gives a small nod as if I should let him see me.
We are already legally married, so I guess it’s probably not bad luck at this point.
I remove the deadlock from its holder and pull the door open. I’ve never used so many locks in a hotel before, but given the fact my husband can hack into just about any security system, I thought it was better to be safe than sorry.
I find him standing a few feet from the door, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black tux, and a folder tucked under his arm.
His entire demeanor relaxes the moment he sets eyes on me, and I find myself enveloped in his arms a second later. “Please never do that again,” he murmurs.
“It was just a few hours.”
“I know, but…” He trails off.
“But you struggle having me out of your sight,” I finish for him. It’s been like this ever since I was kidnapped, and honestly, I feel safer knowing he’s always watching.
