“Uh, Caleb, it’s a wedding,” I reply dryly. “We’re going to talk dresses and shoes and flowers all day.”
“Shit,” he mutters and pulls on the collar of his white suit shirt.
“You look very nice,” I tell him with a sweet smile. And it’s true. He looks damn hot in a suit, all broad shoulders and tan skin. He grimaces.
“Thanks.”
“Are you flirting with my brothers again?” Will asks me with a grin.
“Yep. Get used to it.” I kiss his cheek. “But you’re my favorite.”
“Gee, glad to hear it, babe.”
“Here we are.” Isaac props little Liam on his shoulder and we all follow him out of the limo. The other cars have pulled up around us, so all the family is arriving at the same time. The rest of the guests should already be inside.
I can hear the band playing inside. They sound good. I wonder who Luke got to play?
“Ready?” Will asks and holds his arm out for me.
“Yes, let’s party!” I take his arm and he escorts me inside along with everyone else, Jules and Nate bringing up the rear.
Once we’re all in, Jules’ dad takes a mic and announces the newly married couple.
“It is my great honor to introduce you all to Mr. and Mrs. McKenna!”
Applause erupts and the happy couple enters the hall, smiling broadly, absolutely glowing.
If it wasn’t so fantastic, it would be disgusting.
Jules’ dress is just flat-out amazing, which doesn’t surprise me. It’s white, and almost Grecian in style, flowing up one shoulder and gathered with rhinestones. Rhinestones cascade down the mostly-open back, holding the dress together. It’s floor-length, and as she walks, Tiffany-blue shoes peek out. Her something blue.
I scan the elegant room, taking it all in. The guests are beautifully dressed, wandering around, chatting or finding their assigned seats at one of the many round tables, set with soft pink linens and large pink bouquets of flowers and tea-light candles.
The whole room glows. The band is playing out of my sight, in an adjoining room, where I’m assuming the stage and dance floor are. I can see French doors that open between the two rooms, so those seated at the tables can watch the band and the dancers. People are already wandering in to listen, and they seem to recognize the band.
“Come on, let’s mingle,” Will smiles down at me. “I want to show you off.”
“Right,” I smirk.
“You are gorgeous today. Well, every day, but I love this dress.” He brushes his hand down my naked back and settles it right above my ass. “I can see your dimples.”
I grin up at him, enjoying that lustful look in his eyes. “I did that on purpose.” My dress is simple, but pretty. Its eggplant, and floor-length. The bodice is v-shaped, ending right between my breasts with a tiny rhinestone broach. It’s sleeveless, the straps only about an inch wide, and there is no back to speak of.
“Yeah, I thought so,” he laughs. He looks amazing in his dark suit. Like his brothers, he’s broad-shouldered and tall and just delicious.
I want to eat him up.
He grabs us each a glass of champagne and we start to wander about the room, chatting and laughing with the other guests. I’m introduced to friends of Nate’s from his fighting days, all of whom are funny and nice, and clearly uncomfortable in their suits. Finally, we make our way back to Nat and Luke.
“Who’s the guy with Luke?” I ask Will.
“Oh, you haven’t met Mark yet. That’s his brother. He’s usually in Alaska working.” He leads me to the threesome and introduces me to Luke’s handsome brother.
Holy shit, I didn’t think it was possible to be hotter than Luke Williams.
I was wrong.
What is up with the water these women drank when they were pregnant? Seriously, it’s crazy.
“Hi, Meg, nice to meet you.” Mark offers me a cocky grin as he shakes my hand. “Too bad Will’s already snatched you up.”
“Watch it, dude. You’ve been back all of two days. Don’t make me kill you.” Will growls good-naturedly.
Mark just grins at him. “You’d miss me.”
Suddenly, Jules is walking briskly to me, her eyes wide and worried. “Um, Meg, we need to talk.”
“Why?”
But before she can say anything, I hear it. Lonely Soul starts to play, the song I wrote with Leo.
And it’s Leo singing it.
“Luke, who did you hire for this?” I ask, my eyes pinned to Jules’. I already know.
“Nash,” he replies, his voice confused. “Why, you don’t like them?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Holy fucking shit.
Natalie gasps, and Will wraps his fingers around my arm, pulling me around to face him. “What is it?”
“Meg, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Jules runs her hand down my back. “I really didn’t.”
This is Jules’ wedding. She’s one of my oldest and dearest friends. I will be fine. I will do what I need to do to get through tonight, and it will be fine.
I paste a smile on my face and hug her tightly. “It’s fine, sweetie.”
“What did I do wrong?” Luke asks.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and smile over at him. “Nash is a fantastic band.”
“What am I missing?” Will murmurs down to me. I sigh.
“Leo Nash is my Leo, Will.”