Page 80 of Lost Lyrics

Car tires splashed through the water and pulled into the driveway. I knew that engine.Flint’s Ferrari.What was he doing here?Shit! What has happened?

The car door slammed. The doorbell rang. Before I had time to rush out and meet him, Flint charged through my bedroom door. He stopped six feet from me. Water dripped from the long ends of his black hair. His ice-blue eyes rippled with concern. “Sutt?”

“Flint?” I closed the gap between us, flung my arms around him, and held him tight. I didn’t care that he was wet. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.” He rubbed my arms up and down, then massaged my shoulders. “I knew you’d be stressing and upset about the weather.”

I placed my hand on his chest. His heartbeat raced beneath my touch. “It’s shit, isn’t it?” A laugh-cry escaped me. “It’s so bad. Maybe we should call it off? Get married another day.”Yeah, there is no chance in hell I’ll be doing that.

“What? No.” He drew me into another hug.God, he smelled so good, all citrusy. He kissed the side of myhead. “It’s under control. Everything is ready.”

“Why didn’t you call?” I rested my cheek against his shoulder. “I’ve been going out of my mind.”

“I’m sorry.” He rubbed my back. “I’ve been busy helping Quill’s team. I left my cell phone upstairs in my room. When the extra flooring and tent arrived, the guys and I rushed around, helping them set up and change things around.” He tightened his embrace. “Sutt, I’m so sorry. When I saw all your missed calls and texts, I thought it would be best to come see you in person. To let you know everything is okay.”

Shaking my head, I eased out of his hold. “We have to face reality. It’s crap outside. We can’t get married in this.”Oh, yes, we will.

“Yes, we can.” Certainty set in his voice. “We won’t be in the rain. We set up a new tent and flooring between the house and the main tent so no one will get wet. Our guests will have drinks in there and along the patio we enclosed with clear blinds, not down on the beach. The tents are so tied down they won’t blow away, even in this wind. Quill’s got everything under control.”

Before he took another breath and rattled on any further, I placed my finger over his lips. Smiling, I softened my gaze. “Flint?...I’m fucking with you. We always said we’d get married in the rain, hail, or sunshine. We got rain. It’s not ideal, but it’s okay.”

The weather was far from perfect, but it was no deal-breaker. I’d gotten overwhelmed, but nothing, not even a Category Five hurricane, could stop me from marrying Flint. I would traipse through knee-high mud, get soaked through to my skin, and say ‘I do’in the downpour if I had to. But wow...he’d been so concerned he’d driven over here to make sure I was okay. To reassure me that everything was fine. God, I loved him.

“Why, you...?” Chuckling, he gave me the sauciest evil-eye, then hugged me. “I was so worried. You wanted this perfectday, and it’s insane out there.”

“It is.” I leaned back, still locked in his arms. “But I’ve learned from you to chill and take things in my stride. We were prepared for the unexpected and had backup plans in place. You and Quill have helped to keep my stress levels under control during all the preparations for today. They’re up there but not bubbling over and turning me into a wreck.”Not completely anyway.

“Sutt, you amaze me.” Light sparkled in his eyes, making my heart flutter. “We’re going to have a fabulous evening. The flowers arrived, and looked incredible. There are twinkle lights everywhere. Catering was setting up in the kitchen when I left. The only thing we have to change is where we have photos taken after the ceremony.” He toyed with a bouncy curl brushing the side of my cheek. His eyebrows did a cute flick upward. I loved the way he looked at me, when heat simmered in the depths of his gaze, like he couldn’t wait to have his way with me. It wouldn’t be long before we could have each other...forever. “We can have pictures taken upstairs in the house in that really nice living area, or in the main tent with all the decorations around us, or we say, ‘Fuck it,’and have them done in the garden as planned. I don’t care about getting wet.”

“I do. I’m not getting rained on in my dress.”Shit. My dress.He hadn’t obviously seen it hanging on the closet door behind him.

The sexiest, most suggestive smile I’d ever seen slid across his lips. His mischievous gaze ran down the front of my robe. “Is this what you’re wearing?” He caught hold of my sash and tugged on the ties. “I do like it. I wanted you to wear something I could get you out of quickly.”

I slapped his hands away and tightened the knot. I didn’t want him to see my wedding lingerie before tonight. “You shouldn’t be here. Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony?”

“Never.” He slid his hands around my waist, clutched my ass, and rested his forehead against mine. “Sutt, tonight will be amazing. I will be there at the front of that tent waiting for you. I can’t wait to get married.” He swiped his thumb down the length of my cheek, then kissed my lips. “Regardless of the shitty weather, let’s have fun this evening.”

“We will. I don’t care if no one comes other than you, me, the officiant, and Maddy and Slip to be our witnesses. I mean that. I just want to marry you.” But shit...we’d invited one hundred and seventy guests; they’d better turn up.

“I love you.” He touched his lips to mine, then eased back and whispered, “My very,verysoon-to-be wife.”

“I can’t wait.” I tapped him on the chest. “But you’d better go. It’s nearly three-thirty. I have to get dressed, have photos with the girls, and then get my ass to Malibu.”

“You do that. I’ll be there, ready and waiting.”

“I’ll see you soon, husband-to-be.” I kissed him, smiled against his lips, then covered his eyes with my hands. “I’m gonna guide you out of the room. I don’t want you to see my dress. Okay?”

“Shit. Yeah. Okay.”

I walked him out the door, gave him one last deep, long kiss, just to give him something to look forward to, then waved him off. “Love you. Drive safe. See you at six. Don’t be late.” I was a stickler for being on time. I’d be there. Guaranteed.

“I won’t be late, I promise.” Flint slipped out of my hold, skipped down the stairs, and rushed out the door, back into the rain.

I drew in a deep breath and placed my hand over my stomach to settle the butterflies.Damn.I was so lucky to have found someone so amazing.

Maddy ambled into the foyer, then leaned over the glass panel at the bottom of the staircase. Her hair and makeup werecomplete. “Was that Flint? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it is.” I nodded. “He came to make sure I wasn’t having a meltdown over the weather.”

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