Page 88 of Reckless

I cross the room without thinking. The second I slip my hand into hers, I feel it. She’s shaking. Not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough for me to.

I glance down at our joined hands before looking back at her in the mirror. “So…” I tilt my head thoughtfully. “Little nervous?”

She lets out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh. “What gave it away?”

“The fact your hand feels like it’s trying to vibrate out of mine.”

She snorts. “I am not vibrating.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Marley, if I let go right now, I’m fairly confident you’d achieve flight.”

A giggle escapes Penny from somewhere behind us.

Marley rolls her eyes, but the corner of her mouth betrays her. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

She weakly smiles at me. “No,” she admits with a sigh. “I really don’t.”

I squeeze her hand before catching her smile in the mirror. “That’s better.”

She studies my reflection for a second before narrowing her eyes. “What?”

“You looked like you were about to walk into a tax audit.”

She snorts. “I’m marrying the vice president of an outlaw motorcycle club.”

I shrug like that statement doesn’t mean shit. “Exactly! This should be the easy part. The terrifying bit comes later when Deek inevitably cries harder than you do, and we have to try not to laugh.”

Penny does, however, laugh. “Oh, that’s absolutely happening.”

Marley shakes her head, earning an exasperated sigh from Ro. “Would everyone stop making the bride laugh for five minutes? I need to finish my masterpiece!”

“You know us well enough by now, Ro,” I reply, watching Ro expertly twist another curl into place. “That was never a realistic expectation.”

Ro mutters something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like, “I need stronger friends.”

Marley catches my eye again in the mirror, the corners of her mouth still twitching. “You know what’s worrying me?”

I fold my arms. “Besides legally tying yourself to Sin’s second-in-command?”

She ignores me completely. “You’ve become the organized one.”

I raise my brow. “Excuse me?”

Marley grins as if she knows she has just found the winning argument. “You made me a spreadsheet, Sage.”

“It was a wedding budget!”

“It had formulas.”

I snort out a laugh. “They were useful formulas.”

She narrows her gaze on me. “It had color coding, babe.”

I point at her reflection. “Color coding is efficient.”

Penny laughs behind us as Ro continues to curl, keeping quiet for once.