Despite Grant’s objections, Brynnon had insisted on setting up and decorating for the day’s event. The doctor had recently declared her fully healed, but when it came to his wife, Grant refused to take chances.
My wife.
Married nearly three weeks, now, he still wasn’t used to calling her that. God, he fucking loved the sound of it.
In the days following the shooting, Brynnon had been inundated with answering questions and giving her official statements for both Homeland and the DPD. During those times, Grant never left her side once.
When he thought it was becoming too much for her, the questions ended. Immediately.
Once she was released from the hospital, Grant had moved into her condo, paying the extra to get out of his lease. His apartment was too damn small for the two of them, and after everything she’d been through, he’d wanted to bring some sense of normalcy back into her life.
The condo, however, was only temporary. They were breaking ground on the new cabin next week. The one she’d lost had been her dream home, and he had to admit it suited him just as well.
As for the wedding, they’d chosen against a big one...for several reasons. The most obvious being the media circus surrounding Martin’s shocking murder spree and subsequent suicide, and Billy’s death.
Brynnon’s father was still dealing with the aftermath of the whole fucked-up shit show, both personally and professionally. Even though he had no knowledge of what Billy and Martin had done, William Cantrell felt responsible for those soldier’s deaths.
As a matter of principle, he’d resigned his position as senator and was doing everything in his power to help the surviving families deal with the truth of what really happened. Between the evidence found on the P.I.’s computer and Martin’s confession, it was clear Brynnon’s father played no part in the cover-up.
The military had taken swift and immediate action against the man who’d falsified the original investigation report, ensuring everyone involved paid for crimes they had committed.
The final bit of closure came when Hank Mitchell’s body was recovered. He’d been shot, his body and car dumped in the water. Just as Martin had said.
Originally, Brynnon had wanted to wait to get married. Once Grant found out it was because she’d been worried her still-healing body would be a disappointment on their wedding night, he’d put a plan into action.
After making a few phone calls, he took a few days to get things together. As soon as everything was ready, Grant had promptly hauled her happy ass here, to Jake’s ranch.
The second they’d stepped foot into the ranch, Max, Lexi, Charlie, and Gracelynn had whisked Brynnon away where a dress and flowers were waiting for her. While the amazing women helped get her ready, he and the guys quickly changed into a matching set of tuxes.
Less than an hour later, Brynnon had walked down the make-shift aisle in Jake’s decorated living room—courtesy of Lexi and the others. Grant could still see the love she felt for him as she’d made her way to where he’d stood, waiting to make their unbreakable bond official.
The ceremony lasted all of five minutes, but when it was over, they were married. And that was all either one cared about.
“Damn, man,” Coop muttered beside him. “You’ve got that look again.”
Grant turned to his teammate. “What look?”
“You know, the one that says, ‘I want to take my wife home and have my way with her’.”
He just grinned.
“Pretty sure I wear that expression every time I see my Gracie.” Nathan Carter slid Coop a narrowed look. “You got a problem with that?”
Coop smiled back at the Bravo Team member. “Not at all, Nate. Hell, I’m used to seeing it on the rest of your ugly mugs. Just shocks the hell out of me every time I see it onHill’sface. That’s all.”
While the other men laughed, Grant flipped his teammate the bird and smirked. “Just wait, smart-ass. Your time’s coming.”
With a shake of his head, Coop snorted. “After seeing the shit you all have gone through? No, thanks, man. I’m good.”
Despite the guy’s word’s, Grant noticed the almost indiscernible way Coop glanced at Mac from the corner of his eye. Whatever was going on between those two wasn’t any of his business, but Grant had a feeling it would come to a head soon...one way or the other.
Later, after the presents had been unwrapped and the food eaten, the group sat around the fire shooting the breeze. When he noticed Brynnon trying to hide a yawn, Grant made the executive decision to call it a night.
“Come on, Princess. Time to head out.”
She smiled up at him. “I’m good. We can stay a longer, if you wa—”
He pressed a finger to her lips, cutting her off. “You’re tired. So, we’re leaving.”
