Page 108 of Tinsel in Telluride

Shit.

I’m going to fucking kill Holt.

My eyes dart to my sweet, nerdy twin to see if he has any idea The Reef isn’t referring to the coral in the ocean, but rather a high end sex club where you can explore every kink imaginable under the light of the moon. But there’s nothing. Not a trace of a knowing grin.

And it’s my job this year to plan all the excursions.

I silently debate if I should let him in on the secret. Then again, maybe he’ll find himself a little romance, or at the very least find someone to help him loosen the giant stick he’s had lodged in his ass since our grandfather passed away a few months back.

No, I think I’m going to keep this bit of info to myself.

“After two years in the snow for Christmas, I can get behind coming home with a tan,” Leigh says before grabbing Zach’s hand. Spotting Indie, Willow, and Bishop waiting for us at the top of steps, she waves.

I watch her go, admiring the way the new coat I got her for Christmas hugs the curve of her waist and shapes her ass perfectly.

My twin leans over and nudges my shoulder. “Don’t worry, I already looked into booking you the honeymoon bungalow for at least two nights.”

Whipping my head to face him, I speak in a harsh whisper, “She hasn’t said yes.”

“Oh, come on. As if that woman is going to say no. You guys haven’t been able to keep your hands off each other all year. And I’m pretty sure we all heard what that led to in Zermatt.”

I bark a laugh. “It’s not my fault you booked us a house that had all the rooms right next to each other.”

“Never again.”

“You’re an ass.”

“And you love me.”

“I do.”

I can’t imagine the last year without him or the guys. We might not all live together, but they’ve always been a phone call away—of which I’ve had to utilize plenty of time when I stick my foot in my mouth—andthey’ve gone out of their way to stop and see Leigh, Zach, and me whenever our schedules line up in LA or New York.

“You ready for this?” my twin asks, and I know it’s not from a place of doubt, but love.

“Today can literally be penciled in as the best day of my life.”

I haven’t stopped smiling since the judge banged her gavel and officially named us the James family.

Leigh was shocked as hell by that, and she’ll be even more shocked when she realizes I took the liberty of changing my last name. We wouldn’t have to change it later when she makes me the happiest man in the world again today.

It might be me jumping in with both feet, but I have the feeling my odds are pretty good.

Looking down the table in the tiny back room of our favorite Italian restaurant, I’m surprised we all fit.

In addition to the Bucket List Boys—as Leigh calls us—Indie, Willow, and Bishop, a handful of the Renegades we’ve become close with, and their manager, Graham, all came to celebrate with us.

And celebrate we have, especially Zach, who has gone up to every person and told them confidently, “We a family.”

I reach over Zach, who is sitting between me and his mom, and run my fingers over her exposed collarbone.

She looks over at me, and nerves instantly take over and I feel my body tense.

“You okay?”

“Never better.” I breathe, shifting in my seat so the weight of the ring box in my pocket isn’t evident against my thigh.

Zach looks up, watching our interaction. “Momma, now you marry Dada”

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