He reaches for the bag, and I twist away, laughing. “No, Frost. It's bad luck.”
“Bad luck's a myth.”
“Bad luck is real, and you're not seeing this dress until I'm walking down the aisle.”
By now, half the brothers have gathered around, drawn by the commotion like moths to a flame.
“Let the man see his woman's dress,” Chaos says, grinning.
“Yeah, Hope,” another brother chimes in. “What's the big deal?”
“The big deal,” I say, clutching the garment bag tighter. “Is that it's tradition. He sees it on the wedding day, not before.”
Frost steps closer, his hands settling on my hips, his voice dropping low. “What if I really, really want to see it?”
I look up at him, my heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always does when he’s around. “Then you really, really have to wait nine more days.”
He groans, and his brothers laugh.
“She's got you whipped, brother,” someone calls out.
“Damn right I do,” I say, smirking.
Frost shakes his head, but he's smiling. “Fine, but I'm holding you to that ‘walking down the aisle’ promise you made.”
“Wouldn't miss it.”
The teasing dies down for a second, and then Chaos, because of course it's Chaos, leans back against the bar and says, “So when are you two gonna start popping out kids?”
I blink. “What?”
“Kids,” he repeats like it's the most natural question in the world. “You want 'em, right?”
Frost's hand tightens slightly on my hip, and I glance up at him. He searches my face, waiting for me to respond.
“Sure,” I say slowly. “I suppose we want kids. Someday... not right now.”
“We want time,” Frost adds. “To get to know each other more. Time to buildour lifetogether first.”
Chaos snorts. “You're getting married in nine days, and you want time to get to know each other? Should've had a longer engagement, man, not a month and a half.”
Before I can respond, Hawk reaches over and smacks Chaos on the back of the head.
“Ow! What the hell?”
“Wait until you find your other half,” Hawk says, his voice calm but firm. “You won't want to wait either.”
Chaos rubs his head, muttering something under his breath, but he doesn't argue.
Frost pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. “He's right. When you know, you know.”
I lean into him, the garment bag still clutched in one hand, and smile.
Yeah. When you know, you know.
CHAPTER 5
FROST
