I shrug. “Worth it.She’sworth it.”
Julian looks at me carefully. “You’re serious.”
“I’ve always been serious when it comes to Sky.” The words come out before I filter them.
Four men stare at me. Waiting.
I smile despite myself. “She’salwaysbeen it.”
Fred shakes his head with a soft laugh. “Men of your generation waste a lot of time.”
“You better not drag this out another decade.” Irving points at me.
“I’m not rushing her,” I protest.
“How in the hell would you be rushing her?” Julian asks.
“Because things changed on the way over and she asked me not to say anything,” I try to explain. “Sky doesn’t want to take the spotlight away from your wedding.”
The four of them exchange looks.
Jose strokes his chin with his fingers. “Time is a funny thing. Sometimes you think you have plenty—”
“Sometimes you discover you don’t,” Fred finishes.
Irving lifts his glass again. “You’ve both already waited fifteen years.”
Julian grins. “Clock’s ticking.”
I finish my beer and set down the empty glass. The advice isn’t subtle.
But, it’s solid.
In a few hours we’ll be back at the castle for the rehearsal dinner.
Sky will be across from me again.
Publicly we’re practicing patience.
Though, I’m starting to think it’s overrated.
