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Morgan: Trevor's in! He promised they'd keep it a surprise. But they'll announce you at one of the breaks.

John let out a shaky breath and texted back.

Me: Sounds good.

He paused, thinking. He'd have to sneak his guitar over to the vineyard and hide it somewhere safe. That way, it would be there waiting for him on the day of the wedding. John hoped he could get it there without Adam noticing its absence from his living room.

His phone vibrated again.

Morgan: I'm so excited for you! I can't wait to see this.

John grinned as the anticipation began to take over.

Morgan was right. Even if only John and Adam felt it, this was going to be epic.

Chapter 28

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ADAM

ADAM GRINNED as he fussed with his hair, getting ready for the wedding. He and John would have to leave in about ten minutes, and Adam couldn't wait to get over there and make final preparations.

Trevor and the band—minus their singer—had come into town almost a week ago, and their rehearsals had been perfect. It didn't hurt that Vista Robles's event room had amazing acoustics. And the ambiance of the place was exquisite. Adam had watched the space get decorated while they'd been rehearsing, and it had felt like stepping into another world. The lights and flowers were all tastefully done, but lent the room enough of an ethereal air to make it feel magical and romantic.

“You ready?” John asked, standing just behind him, their gazes connecting in the mirror.

“Yeah.” Adam gave his reflection one last check, then whirled around to face John, tipping his head to one side. “How do I look?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

He was teasing, but John's expression turned serious as the man studied him.

“Good,” John finally replied. “How are you feeling? How's your energy today?”

Adam took a moment to consider it. “Better,” he admitted. He'd started feeling almost back to normal, and then his energy had tanked again for a day or two. The healing process was taking way longer than expected, but he was finally starting to see daylight. “Fuck. I have no idea how Sky did this all on his own.”

“His own?” John asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Adam nodded. “He had nobody to help him, but that didn't stop him from getting top surgery. I didn't even find out he got it until after the fact or I totally would have driven up there to take care of him. I mean, I would have been a nervous fucking wreck, but still.” Adam paused. “And he still wants more surgery! Shit. I'll have to call him. Insist he come down here. Or maybe I'll go up there.”

John smiled. “You're such a good boy, you know that?”

Adam grinned back as he said, “I can't imagine going through this by myself. I don't know what I would have done without you.”

“And you'll never have to know,” John swore. He gave Adam a quick kiss, then said, “We'll get a good night's sleep tonight, and then take it real easy tomorrow. How's that sound?”

Adam scowled. “The doctor finally cleared me for physical activity. If you think we're going to bed tonight without you fucking my brains out–”

John barked a laugh, but then he quickly sobered. “Only if you're up for it.”

Adam tensed, hearing the hesitancy in John's voice.

“What's wrong?” John asked, studying his face with worry.

“Is this…Are you…Does this turn you off now?” he asked, gesturing vaguely at his chest.

“What? What do you mean?”

“You haven't made a move to touch me at all.”

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