I laughed. “I’m always up for a quickie.”
If Coop and Lachlan resolved their differences, I didn’t really care. I had more important things on my mind.
Like how to get my fiancée, soon-to-be wife, sated before our warring brothers got back.
Chapter Three
Taryn
“Where did you say Cooper and Lachlan went?”
I eyed Geneva, our celebrant, as she gazed at her notes. She’d been patient thus far, but I wanted this run through done and over with. The hall was perfect. Everything was perfect. Hell, even a cool breeze off the lake was damn near brilliant. The hot weather had broken overnight, with cooler air coming in off the Pacific. A bit breezy, but I didn’t care. So we might look a little windswept in our photographs. I could certainly think of worse things. Not a drop of precipitation was forecast, so we were good.
Not that rain could’ve dampened our spirits. Nope. Life was damn perfect.
Except for my wayward brother and his sidekick.
Or was it the other way around? Lachlan might be older, but Cooper gave him a run for his money in the bossiness department.
“Sorry.” Cooper’s voice carried across the hall.
We three women turned to find the men hustling down the aisle.
Cooper was feathering his hand through his blond hair.
Lachlan was straightening his askew tie.
I frowned. We’d done most of the manual labor to set up the hall earlier in the afternoon. My friends had offered to help, but I’d been certain we four, plus a couple of helpers from the venue, would be able to do it in no time.
And we had.
Even with Cooper still slightly hungover from last night’s bachelorette party.
Lachlan, of course, had remained sober.
They’d both been instrumental in getting everything ready today
So what had our brothers been up to just now?
“You’ll be walking your mothers down the aisle?” Geneva was all business. She had another rehearsal to get to.
“Yes.” Lachlan cleared his throat. “And then our fathers will walk our sisters down the aisle.”
Stephanie and I weren’t thrilled about that, but our parents had asked. Given we were eschewing almost every other tradition—except white gowns and a ceremony itself—we decided arguing wasn’t worth it. Given how much our families were contributing financially, making a fuss seemed petty.
“Great. Then let’s get started.” Geneva opened a beautiful embossed hardback book and began to read.
Twelve minutes later, everything was done. Well, we hadn’t said our vows. Okay, maybe we were a bit traditional in that respect.
Geneva hustled out, leaving the four of us standing at the altar.
Stephanie leaned against me. “I’m tired, and we’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
“You’re staying in the same house?” Cooper eyed us. “Isn’t that against tradition?”
“That the groom shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding.” Stephanie glared at him. “Well, we say it’s just fine for the bride to see the bride.”
I pressed a kiss to her cheek then met Lachlan’s gaze.
