“This is weird, right?” I asked Blake.
“Yes. And no. I mean, it is…Reed Security.”
“To think, that could have been us.”
“You know, Maggie asked me if I wanted to blow something up before the wedding. She said that’s what she did on the morning of her wedding.”
I snorted. “I guess it could have been worse.”
“In what way?”
“I don’t know. Let me get back to you on that.”
“Excuse me,” Hunter said, stepping between us. “It’s time for my cameo.”
Clearing his throat, he held out his hands as Wolf and Storm came forward, helping him as if he was leaping off a stage. Then he was running flat out toward Sinner and leapt into the air as Sinner caught him around the hips and held him above his head.
Hunter’s arms and legs were spread wide as he struggled to maintain his position.
“Balance!” Sinner hissed. “We’re gonna go over!”
“I am balancing! You’re just—ah!”
“I’ve got ya!” Wolf said, stepping in and catching Hunter as he fell forward. The three of them fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs, each of them fighting to break free.
“You ruined everything! I told you to practice!” Sinner shouted.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re not strong enough to hold me!”
“None of this would have happened if Cap had agreed to be my partner!”
“Oh, so now I’m not good enough to do your stupid dance?”
Sinner, shocked and horrified, took a step back. “Stupid dance? Dirty Dancing is a classic!”
“A classic for women!”
“That men can enjoy also!” Sinner argued.
Three shots were fired in succession into the air. Everyone screamed, getting down on the ground as Knight stepped forward into the chaos, holstering his weapon.
“Everyone shut the fuck up. The ceremony is over. Move in an orderly fashion to the tent. Food will be served and there will be dancing. Normal dancing. None of this pansy-ass shit. Am I clear?” When no one answered, he shouted, “Move!”
Blake leaned over and whispered, “Do you think he’ll allow us to use the bathroom?”
“We’re just soglad that you’re finally home,” Mrs. Bennett grinned. “I know Bailey was just tickled when she heard about you getting married. Of course, she couldn’t make it to the wedding. Bad cold.”
I glanced at Liam, but smiled at Mrs. Bennett. Bailey didn’t have a cold. She just didn’t want to be in the vicinity of my brother, and his misery showed even when he was trying to hide it.
“Well, I’m glad you could make it. But if you’ll excuse me, I see my beautiful bride.”
“Oh, of course. Give her a kiss for me. On the cheek, not the lips,” she corrected.
“I will.”
When I was finally able to walk away, I let out a deep breath, beelining for my bride. But I didn’t make it even ten feet before I was intercepted again.
“That was just beautiful, Michael,” Ma gushed. “Finally, one of my boys is married. I would say that I expect grandchildren, but you’ve already got that covered.”
