"Fuck off. She’s mine," Tyler growls, just low enough that Serene doesn't hear.
The raw possessiveness in his voice ignites a wicked thrill that coils up my spine.
"Tyler as a jealous bridegroom? Who’d have thought?" Connor pipes up. "And you thought we wouldn’t find out about it?" He shakes Tyler’s hand, then turns to me. "I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. If this wanker doesn’t live up to your expectations, don’t forget to call me."
"I won’t." I laugh.
"Uncle Connor." Serene tugs on his jacket.
Connor scoops her up. "Hey, princess! You look beautiful."
"Did you bring me a toy?"
"Hmm, let me see." He pretends to search one pocket, then the other, before pulling out a soft toy.
She grabs it from him and clutches it to her chest.
"What do you say?" I touch her cheek.
"Thank you." She smiles shyly at him, then she kisses his cheek.
"You’re welcome, Poppet." He laughs.
“That was a beautiful wedding.” Zoey steps up and wraps an arm around me.
I hug her. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you more notice. It all happened so fast. I barely had time to catch my breath.”
“Don’t worry about that.” She gives me a gentle squeeze. “I’m just so happy for you, babe.”
“I’m glad you came,” I say, voice catching. Having her here means more than I thought it would.
When Tyler suggested we marry this quickly, I felt nothing but relief. No time to think. No time to fall apart. But it also means I haven’t told Toren. Or any of my brothers. I’ve been avoiding it.
I press my lips together. “I need to call my brother and let him know.”
"Want me to come with you?" Tyler asks.
I shake my head. "I’ll be fine."
He studies me for a moment, then gives a small nod. I turn and head into the house, making my way to Tyler’s office. Once inside, I close the door behind me. My phone is still where I left it, charging. I pick it up and dial Toren’s number.
He picks it up on the first ring. "Pri, you okay?"
My brother’s voice brings a warmth to my chest. Perhaps, it was a mistake I didn’t invite him here? I walk over to the chaise in the office and sink down into it. "I have something to tell you."
There’s silence, then his voice comes over the line, "You’re getting married?"
I chuckle, not surprised at all. Toren has a sixth sense, which serves him well in business, and otherwise.
"No, actually—" I pause. "I’m already married."
There’s silence again. This time, it stretches for a few seconds. When he speaks again, his voice is neutral. "Tell me it’s someone I’m going to approve of."
"It’s someone you will approve of. In fact, if father were alive, he’d approve of my husband," I mumble.
"Someone father would have approved of?" His voice is surprised. I sense him thinking this through, then he snaps, "It’s Tyler Davenport, isn’t it?"
My jaw drops. I pull the phone from my ear and stare at the screen. What the—? "How did you guess that?" I place it against my ear again.