It was starting to get a little freaky. Especially since understanding had dawned on Tyler, too. He pulled away a little, making wide eyes at me. “You used to date Miles Vanderhoven?”
“Unfortunately. So, you know him?”
“We all know Miles,” Seth said grimly. There was definitely a story there.
Just-an-Earl Elliot raised a hand. “I don’t,” he said politely. “I don’t know him.” Ollie pulled him aside and whispered in his ear.
“Huh,” I said. “Sounds like Miles has a bit of a rep out in La La Land, too?”
“You can say that again,” Jon said. He pulled himself up to his full height. “Okay. You’re forgiven.”
I blinked a little. “I’m…forgiven?”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?”
With a decisive nod, Jon said, “Anyone who’s been bitten by that snake gets one free pass. But—” He cocked his head at me. “Just so we’re clear, Damon, you pull anything like this again—”
“Oh, we’re clear. Crystal.”
“And as for you, Ty-Ty…” Jon put out his arms, a smile building. “You’re a dumbass. But, as you know, so am I. Sorry I’ve been a lot the last few days.”
I gave Tyler a little push in the small of his back, but that was all he needed. He flung himself at Jon and they hugged hard.
“Okay,” Jon said afterward, looking around the group. “Breakfast time. This bitch needs carbs.”
“But first, you might want to look in on my mother,” Cooper broke in. “I’m sorry, I know—”
“No, no,” Jon said airily. “I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to marry you, babe. Mama Kincaid was part of the package.”
“Can I get you some breakfast?” I asked Tyler, as the group began to disperse. “You could go grab us some seats.”
The smile he gifted me was almost shy. “Thanks. I’d like that.”
We separated, but I found my path blocked by Tristan. “Hey, Damon?”
“Yeah?”
He pointed. “The bacon is that way.” He smirked, taking the edge off.
“Well, I guess I deserved that.”
“Yeah.” He held out his hand for me to shake. “But we can call it square.”
I did fill up my plate with a whole mound of bacon, and then I found Tyler, sitting with Brandon and Ollie. I leaned in and brushed my lips over his as I set his plate on the table. “Big day today,” I told him. “But maybe once it hits midnight, we can spend some of it with each other. Alone?”
“And naked?” he murmured.
I sighed happily. “Damn, Blakely. You really get me.”
As Ty and I walked into the large, elegant room, completely redecorated from breakfast, I couldn't help but be impressed by the transformation. The white-flower-threaded boughs wrapped into a wedding arch at the end of the long room were accented with pops of forest green and gold ribbons, creating a warm, masculine, romantic atmosphere, despite the weather outside. Rows of white-covered seats were arranged for guests, and there was a string quartet playing softly in one corner.
Cooper was the first down the aisle, accompanied by both his parents—and I don’t think I’d ever seen a couple look prouder of their son. Mrs. Kincaid had her issues, but she loved the hell out of her kid, that much was clear. He was wearing a well-cut white suit with gold buttons, and a dark green cummerbund underneath.
As Cooper and his parents reached the arch, he hugged them both, and they went to sit down. A moment later, the staid, classical music changed to a well-known Madonna song, and Jon appeared in the doorway at the other end of the room, posed, waiting for every eye to turn to him.
He was wearing a shot-silk suit of gold and green, and somehow…he made it work.
