Katie said they’d pay big time for signing her up for a blind date with a stranger. Now she’s giving them special bracelets as a thank you.
I’m almost to the limo when Katie steps out, and the park goes quiet.
Holy gorgeous brides. I’m oneluckybastard.
My grin is so big it hurts. Everything inside of me settles. Like it does every time she comes near.
“Hey, sunshine.”
“Hello handsome,” she replies in shy voice as she smoothes her hands down her white sundress. “Someone told me there’s a wedding happening around here.”
“I’ve got the intel if you’d like for me to whisper in your ear.”
She giggles, and I wrap an arm around her back, and lean down to whisper in her ear. “I love you. I can’t believe I get to marry you, and I can’t wait to bend you over my bike in that dress.”
“Max!” She scolds, shaking her head, smiling like she’s as high on today as I am.
But before I can kiss my bride, Beatrice is on me like a monkey. “No! Not yet! You’ll mess up her lips.”
“My lips,” I growl and steal the kiss no man, woman, bridesmaid, or natural disaster could keep me from.
Katie sighs into the kiss and leans into my chest, her painted fingernails biting into my leather cut.
“Oh my,” she breathes when I pull back. “That was just what I needed.”
Lord I’m not going to be able to function if my heart shoves any further up into my throat.
Somehow I manage to say, “Me too. Now let’s get this party started.”
“You’re supposed to be over there,” Jessica cries, trying to shoo me away.
I give her a scowl. “Not happening.”
When I offer my arm to Katie, she grabs her bouquet from her bridesmaids and we head across the parking area toward the crowd.
“Oh my,” she says, blushing. “I didn’t knoweveryonewas coming.”
“Course they came. They love you, you got them whipped.”
She gives a little eye-roll. “They love food.”
“Good point.”
As we approach the wedding site, Anna’s shutter is in machine-gun mode.
The brothers form up two lines, a leather corridor from the parking lot to the arch, and my girl walks through a hundred outlaws like she was born to it, smiling at every single one.
Two months ago, everything scared her. Her own shadow. Men. Squeaky hinges.
Now she shines even brighter. I’m completely obsessed with every smile.
When we reach the arch covered in an explosion of flowers, her eyes are wet and bright and green as that first afternoon. She looks up at me and whispers, “Some blind date, huh?”
“Best one ever.”
Prez clears his throat and holds up his phone. “Dearly beloved. That’s in the script. I’m not cutting it.”
Katie relaxes, her smile growing easier as her blonde curls catch the light just like they did on our blind date
