Hiding it from our friends would be the smarter move, but Beck’s right. It won’t stay a secret, maybe just letting them all know about it will help them get the idea of us out of their system too.
“No, hiding feels redundant, but maybe we don’t come out and say it tonight, though.”
Beck shrugs off his coat then reaches for mine. “I’m going to hold these for now to keep something in my hands. Dex and Lucie just got here, and anything we do in front of them is going to be called out point blank.”
I take a deep breath preparing for that. Lucie’s called me on my bullshit about Beck enough. “She’s going to hate thisarrangement between us, and I’m not entirely sure she’d love my response of beggars can’t be choosers.”
Beck’s smile grows. “Dex is absolutely going to kick my ass over it. Unlike Callie, Lucie won’t stop him, will she?”
“Nuh-uh, but hey, this is their wedding, surely they don’t care that much about us today?”
Beck gives me a look and I wave him off. “I heard it. Just come on, let’s go say hi real quick.”
With people already starting to crowd them, I really thought Luce might just wave and move along with whatever Callie and Emma have planned, but no. She breaks away the moment she meets my eyes.
She looks absolutely beautiful in a simple white silk dress, and with what I’m sure was a joint decision—yellow heels.
But before either Lucie or Dex can reach us, Miles is barreling toward Beck. Our coats are dropped onto the floor as Beck scoops Miles right up. “What’s up, All-star?”
Miles snickers, holding his hand over his mouth. “I have a secret. Daddy says I can’t tellanyone.”
That’s all the challenge Beck needs.
He feigns his hand over his heart. “But Miles, you can tell me?—”
“Miles, don’t, baby,” Lucie chastises in the sweetest voice before pulling me into a hug. “Jensen, you look so beautiful.”
Her hug hits me right in my soul. “Me? Luce, you look breathtaking.”
Dex comes up behind her pulling her into his arms. “Yeah, she does.”
“Isn’t it bad luck or something for the groom to see his bride?” I tease Lucie.
She rolls her eyes. “I think we’ll survive. We actually have some news to share.” She turns to Dex. “Which, we shouldprobably go ahead and get out of the way before you-know-who spills the beans again.”
Lucie doesn’t even get a nod to Miles before Dex is stealing him back from Beck. “Come on, bud. Let’s get this party started.”
As Lucie starts to follow behind, she gives me a scrunched nose smile. “I bet he doesn’t make it all the way through.”
I raise an eyebrow to Beck. “Do you know anything about this?”
Beck shakes his head. “Can’t say I do.” Picking up our coats, he drapes them over one forearm then slides his hand to the small of my back. “Come on, it seems like we’re in for a little surprise.”
At the back of the entryway, Dex lets out an ever-classic dad whistle to get everyone’s attention. “You know, when Olsson said we could turn the team’s Thanksgiving dinner into a wedding, I was thinking a few flowers, maybe we dressed up just a little. Mine and Lucie’s families would tag along…nothing too crazy. I should have known you fuckers have no chill.”
“I think the commissioner’s trophy should have reminded you of that,” Adam yells, which gets him a good laugh and agreements from the team.
Dex shakes his head. “Needless to say, when Emma and Callie showed up to our house with a damn binder, compromises had to start being made. Lucie and I did officially get married at City Hall this morning to save everyone from sitting through a ceremony.”
A few people start to boo, and Beck and I join in. Lucie flashes me a smart-ass look, but I just stick my tongue out at her.
Dex holds up his hand. “I get it, I get it. Relax, we still want to celebrate with you guys. I’ve got one better for you if you’d all just be quiet for the first time in your lives.” Tugging Lucie closer to him, she places one hand on him and the other on Miles. “Luce and I couldn’t be more grateful for you all. When this pastseason started, I didn’t know what to expect, and if we’re being honest I wasn’t too excited for it. But then these fuckers from Seattle get traded?—”
“You’re fucking welcome,” Will yells.
Beck leans close and whispers, “Wait for it.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” Adam adds.
