It's Always Been You
Page 54Love shifted, pulled at her gown. “I do not want to be here,” she grumbled.
“We won’t stay long,” Drake whispered against her ear. “You look beautiful, though.”
He’d told her that countless times already that evening. And she felt beautiful. Dr. Law had sent a limousine to pick them up, because heaven forbid one of his sons show up in a car. She’d been on edge for the whole ride, until Drake made her come so hard in the back of the limo she couldn’t think about anything but him.
Sighing, she asked, “Promise?”
“I’m counting down the minutes till we leave.”
The ballroom was gorgeous. The dusty rose and champagne color scheme was elegant and timeless. It was obvious the club had spared no expense to ensure everyone enjoyed the party and would be talking about it for months. Waiters walked around with trays of champagne, floral arrangements graced each tabletop, silver gleamed in the chandelier lighting. Everything seemed to sparkle. Love was impressed.
“Hey, bruh.” Drake’s younger brother Ian, one of the twins, approached them. The two men embraced and Ian gave Love a kiss on the cheek. “Hello, sister-in-law.”
Love winked at him. He was like a little brother to her, too. “Hi, brother-in-law. You look good.”
“Watch it,” Drake warned.
“Hey, I call it like I see it, and your wife is wearing some dress.”
Love thanked Ian for the compliment. It had taken her hours to get ready. She hadn’t been able to decide on what to wear. She’d purchased two gowns because she’d been torn. In the end, she’d chosen the black one. Nude mesh fabric with beaded accents created an illusion of a sheer back and side panels. It fitted her like a glove. Her hair was swept to the side in a delicate updo. From the moment he saw her, Drake hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off her.
“Dad was looking for you,” Ian murmured to Drake. “He was ready to send me out to fetch you.”
Drake shrugged. “He knew I was coming. Where’s Myles?”
Ian shrugged in turn. “Hell if I know. Probably working.”
Myles was Ian’s twin brother, but the two could not be more different. Ian was carefree, while Myles was closed off, serious. Of all the siblings, Myles was the most like Dr. Law. The twins were only seven months younger than Drake. Dr. Law had had two women pregnant at the same time.
Ian nursed a tumbler filled with an amber-colored liquor. She suspected it was scotch. That was his drink of choice. “I was subjected to lecture two million ten about how he has high expectations for my career, and I should stop volunteering and focus on school,” Drake’s brother said drily.
Ian spent time volunteering with the Red Cross. Love had worked with him on several projects, and she appreciated his heart for service. Dr. Law could learn a thing or two from his sons.
“Where is Melanie?” Drake asked.
“She’s out of town,” Ian said. “Claimed she had to attend a conference in Seattle. I think she’s full of it.”
Melanie, or Mel, was the youngest of the Jackson brood. She was happily enjoying her college years, partying and traveling without a care in the world.
“Aw, I was hoping to see her,” Love said.
“Hello, family.” Myles, with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his heather-gray tuxedo, stepped up to them. He kissed Love on the cheek and shook Drake’s hand. “I see the gang is all here.”
“Congratulations on the wedding,” he replied, changing the subject. “I’m shocked. All these years, and you just up and decide to get married. I don’t get it.”
“You sound like Dad,” Ian said. “I’m glad you did it, Drake. You got a good woman.”
Drake wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her closer and placed a kiss to her temple. “I know. You don’t have to tell me.”
“Well, if it isn’t my boys,” Dr. Law said as he approached. “And my new daughter-in-law.” He greeted his sons with handshakes and gave her a hug. “Good to see you, Lovely.”