Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
But it was not black.
She wasn’t even in her customary Doc Martens. Through the thigh-high slit, real high heels were visible, elevating her a solid four inches. Still not quite eye level with me but closer.
“You look stunning.”
“It’s rose gold,” she grumbled.
“Beautiful in and out of everything.”
“At least I have a tan.” Which she’d gotten from our hours out on the lake and in my swimming pool. Then, she shivered. “Never thought I’d say that.”
“My pasty queen.”
She shot me a look, and I grinned, tugging her in for a kiss.
A throat cleared behind us. We broke away quickly and turned to find Eve standing at the door.
“As adorable as this is,” Eve said, gesturing to us, “probably don’t let the boys see it.”
“They can deal,” Harley said.
“Noted,” I said instead. Harley gave me a disbelieving look. “Hey, it’s West’s wedding.”
“Fine.” She held her hands up. “Look, I can keep my hands to myself.” She glanced back at me with a look that promised she wouldn’t later.
Eve must have noticed because she snorted. “All right. Come on, Harley. It’s almost time. We’ll see you out there, Chase.”
I waved good-bye as Eve tugged Harley back to the bridal suite. Music was coming from the vineyard grounds, where hundreds of chairs had been set up for practically the entire town. The Wrights were beloved, of course. But Nora was an Abbey, which was the other half of the vineyard family with Jordan and Julian. Not to mention, she had a successful wedding planning business of her own. And even more than that, West was a member of one of the biggest bands in the world. So, half of LA had shown up in their sleek outfits and spray tans. It was a spectacle.
I was hoping that would mean that I wouldn’t be one.
And I was wrong.
Somehow, three-plus years later, there were still whispers following me.
I ignored them as I strode down that aisle and took my seat with a perfect view of where my girl would be standing in the line of bridesmaids.
What else could I do?
A Sinclair at a Wright wedding.
Luckily, the moment lasted only as long as the music shift. The crowd turned to find Harley leading the bridesmaids down the aisle. She stood tall and proud, the rose-gold dress shimmering in the late afternoon summer sun. She was a vision. And though five other bridesmaids trailed after her, all her friends and family, my eyes were only for her.
She took her place at the end of the flower-covered altar. Once she turned to face the crowd, flowers in her hands, her eyes sought me out. Then and only then, her eyes crinkled into a smile, and her shoulders dropped.
I winked at her, and a flush came to her cheeks.
My girl.
And I was here for her. No matter what any of the other Wrights thought about my presence or our relationship. I was showing up. I was this serious.
“Introducing Weston and Nora Wright!”
I applauded with the rest of the crowd as the barn doors opened and in strode the entirety of the bridal party. West and Nora at the center of the group, who shocked everyone by changing out of the huge princess-cut dress and into a knee-length number and white cowboy boots. Two dresses for one bride.
And she wasn’t the only one who had changed.
I laughed as soon as I saw Harley, who had clearly taken her floor-length dress off above the knees and switched to her Docs. I cheered louder, my eyes on Harley, and Nora twirled in place for the crowd. But Harley ran straight for me.
I picked her up around the waist and spun her. All eyes were on her brother and his new wife anyway. For a moment, we were transported back in time to that night at Jordan and Annie’s wedding. Just the two of us in a crowded room, wanting nothing but to find an escape. And we’d found one in each other.
“Look at your dress,” I said as she slid down my front and back to her feet.
“Like it?”
“I love it.”
“Everyone thought I was nuts at first, but when Blaire was finished cutting, they approved. I still think Nora doesn’t like the shoes.” She kicked up one clunky Doc Marten. “Oh well.”
“Oh well indeed.” My hand went to the necklace around her neck. The H Tiffany’s necklace that I’d given to her for her birthday all those years ago. “And this?”
“You like?”
“You know I do.”
“Good. Because it’s my fav.” Harley took my hand. “Come on.” She dragged me to the front of the crowd to watch West and Nora dance.
I could admit that West could move. Not to mention, he and Nora seemed to perfectly fit. I was happy for them. It was an interesting thing to recognize. Not that I’d been against them in particular, but how, over the last couple of years, things had changed enough that I didn’t just loathe the thought of happiness for the Wrights.