Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“What do you think?” Remington asks, adjusting his bowtie. I know that he doesn’t love wearing the monkey suit—hell, none of us likes it, but I have to admit, we all clean up nicely.
“I think,” Mom says, tears in her eyes, as she walks over to smooth down his lapel, “that I have the handsomest men in the world, right here in my house.”
“That’s a given,” Brady says with a smug grin.
Mom takes a turn with each of us, kissing our cheeks and brushing imaginary lint off our shoulders, and then finally makes her way to our dad, who scoops her into his arms and plants a big kiss on her.
“You’re damn beautiful,” he mutters in her ear.
“I’m ready!” Johnny, Remington’s son, comes running out of the bathroom. His tie is crooked, his jacket bunched up at the shoulders, and he forgot to zip his fly, but he’s all smiles. “I look dang good.”
“Yes, you look very handsome,” Mom says with a laugh and bends over to kiss his head. “But let’s straighten you out a bit, shall we?”
“I lost another tooth,” Johnny says proudly. “It’s gonna look awesome in the pictures, and I got another five dollars.”
“How much do you have now?” Ryan asks.
“Forty dollars!”
The kid’s been losing teeth all summer, and the tooth fairy has been damn busy and is likely now broke.
“What will you do with all your riches?” Mom asks him.
“I wanna buy a bike.”
“How’s Erin, Mom?” Rem asks. “Is she nervous? Is she okay?”
“She’s having a great time,” Mom assures him. “This morning, they started with mimosas and a nice, big breakfast. Then the glam squad arrived, and they’ve been laughing and playing music and enjoying each other all day. She’s not worried at all, my boy. Erin loves you, and this is her home.”
“I know,” he says, and seems to almost be in awe of the idea. “I’m afraid she’s going to come to her senses and run back to Seattle.”
“Not a chance,” Johnny says. “She loves me too much.”
“You’re right about that,” Rem says and leans down to kiss his son’s hair. “Did you use shampoo in the shower?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
“Dad, it’s our wedding day. I’m not going to show up smelling bad.”
“I’m headed out,” I announce, and earn scowls from the other members of my family.
“Where are you going?” Brady asks.
“I have to go collect my sexy date, and then I’m going to meet all you bozos—not you, Mom—at the ceremony. Summer’s getting ready at the farmhouse so she didn’t have to run home to change after she was done setting up flowers.”
“That girl has to be exhausted,” Dad says. “She didn’t leave here until almost one in the morning last night, and she was back here by six this morning.”
“Yeah, setting up the flowers is way too simple for what she and her team did today,” Ryan adds as Remington nods. “Yesterday, she turned that tent into something out of The Secret Garden, and today? Today belongs in a Disney movie.”
“It’s really pretty,” Johnny agrees.
“It’s important to her that everything is perfect for Erin,” I reply, stupidly proud of my girl. I’ve seen it. Erin’s going to be so happy with everything, which is all any of us want. “Now, I’m going to go get her. I know she wanted to double-check a few things before everyone else starts arriving.”
“Chase, before you go,” Mom says, and I’m sure she’s going to ask me what my intentions are with Summer, but instead, she simply smiles at me. “I like her.”
“Yeah. Me, too. I’ll see you all in a bit.”
I want to make sure that Summer has eaten today and that she’s feeling all right. Yeah, she’s worked her ass off, and I need to make sure she remembered to take care of herself.
I can hear the music from inside the house as soon as I step out of my truck. Country music is blaring, and when I walk inside, there’s maniacal giggling to go along with it coming from the kitchen.
But just stepping out of Erin and Rem’s guest suite is Summer, and my heart stutters to a stop.
Her golden hair is swept up in wavy strands, pinned back from her face, and spilling around her shoulders. Her dress, a long, lavender thing that sits high on her neckline, is sleeveless and has a cut-out that shows off her impressive cleavage and hugs her every curve perfectly.
“Are you going to speak, or am I imagining you standing there?” she asks with a grin as she walks toward me.
I move my head from side to side, still soaking her in, as she continues to move so gracefully, so fucking elegantly, that I’m sure I’ve swallowed my tongue.
“You look handsome,” she says and reaches up to straighten my tie.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my fucking life.”