Cindy’s eyes sharpen. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-two, ma’am.”
Her eyes slide over to her son, unease radiating off of her, then back to me. “Did you meet on one of those apps,” she whispers conspiratorially.
I can’t help but let out a loud laugh. If she only knew. “Sort of. But we’ve been dating a few months and you’d be surprised how little age matters when you have the important things in common.”
“And what are the important things?”
I let my gaze go back to Beau, lingering on him for just a moment. I meet her eyes again with a tender, lovestruck smile.
“Love and family.”
Cindy makes heart eyes at me for a moment. She pats my cheek in a loving way only a mother can do.
“Alright, everyone. We’re going to practice the wedding, then we can eat!” a tall blond man shouts from the edge of the barn.
We file outside, and Beau returns that possessive hand to the small of my back. I kiss his cheek as we walk, and he stumbles just a little, making me bite back a laugh. He’s so easy and I love it.
“That’s a serious weapon you’ve got there,” Beau whispers to me.
“What?”
He curls his hand tightly around my hip as we walk. “Those sweet lips.”
“You’re a real smooth talker, Beau.”
“Not usually.”
He helps me get to my seat in the front row. I kiss his cheek again, putting on a bit of a show, and he distractedly presses fingers to his cheek as he walks to the back to join his family. The rehearsal goes on under the large oak trees to the left of the barn.
“Hey,” someone whisper-shouts from behind me.
I rip my gaze from Beau and turn around to find a guy close to my age leaning against the chair next to me. The guy has gorgeous auburn hair past his shoulders, pale skin, and a deep scar that lines the left side of his face. Ouch. He’s sort of androgynous in a way that I know would send a large amount of people clamoring for his attention.
“Yes?” I whisper, not wanting to interrupt the rehearsal.
“You’re Beau’s boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“You’re kind of hot.”
“Thank you?”
“You got any friends you can hook me up with?”
I shoot a curious look back at Beau to find his gaze already firmly on us. I send him a thumbs up and he frowns, deeply. Oh boy.
“Girls or guys?” I ask, whisper hushed so no one around us can hear.
“Guys.”
Ah, okay. “What are you looking for?”
“Anyone will do.”
“Uh,” I say, wracking my brain. “What’s your name?”
