Our gazes met in the mirror.
Her lips tilted up. “It’s really something to have a man who knows you so well.”
“It is.”
“Especially when he loves you so much.”
“I’m still getting used to that bit.”
“Come on. I have orders to deliver you to the rooftop.”
I was very curious about what my man had planned. My man. I was still getting used to that too.
We headed up the spiral stairs. Georgie gave me a smile, then pushed open the door.
It was a sunny afternoon and not cold. I stepped outside, then looked ahead and froze.
There were two rows of white chairs, and a red carpet forming an aisle between them.
There was an older woman standing at the end of the aisle, in front of an arch of beautiful white flowers.
I recognized the man standing beside the woman.
Bastian.
He was wearing a tuxedo, and he looked as impossibly handsome as always.
I felt like a ball lodged in my throat. I took another step, trying to process everything.
Nash and Cole appeared. I noted Landon, Alessio, and Rafe sitting on the chairs. There were also members of the security team who I’d been working with this week. There was an older African-American man and it took me a second to realize that it was Errol. The man had clearly showered, shaved, had a haircut, and he was wearing a new suit. He waved at me.
Nash took Georgie’s arm and handed her a small bouquet of fragrant white flowers.
Cole held out a larger, matching bouquet.
“The white orchids are Nash’s,” Georgie said. “He’s an orchid whisperer. We’ll go first, then you and Cole will follow.”
The quiet man held out an arm to me. “Can I have the honor?”
Oh, God. Bastian had organized a wedding.
“I can’t get married. I…” I shook my head. “He didn’t ask me. It’s too soon. I’m an assassin.”
Getting married was something I’d never believed was for someone like me.
Nash snorted. “Being an assassin doesn’t make you special around here.”
Suddenly, Bastian was striding toward me.
Cole stepped back, and Bastian took my hands in his.
“Lark—”
“A wedding? Marriage? Really, Thorne?”
His face sharpened. “Really. I love you, you love me. You told me. In more ways than one.”
I felt a flush rising up my neck. He’d read my web comic. Roiling feelings moved through me. “You could’ve asked me,”
