Page 43 of A More Than Mayhem Christmas

“I heard that, Logan,” Mom sings.

Logan drops his head between his shoulders. “Sorry, ma’am.”

“Little bitch,” I tease.

“Knock it off, Jacob,” Dad orders, and I cower under his words, then giggle like an idiot with my best friend.

Logan steps around me and says, in true Logan fashion, “Listen, this is cool and all, happy for your future wedding, blah blah blah, but I made a cake from scratch!”

“Jesus, Logan!” Amanda admonishes at the same time Cam and Dylan say in unison, “So did we!”

Then Amanda yells at Logan, “You weren’t evenoncake duty!”

Kayla laughs at their antics. “We can still have your cakes!”

Logan stomps his foot. “Not if there isn’t a damn wedding!”

“Wait!” Roman yells, and all eyes go to him.

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Roman is looking at me.

Why is Roman looking at me?

Why is he smirking at me?

Why is he leaning in close to me?

Is he about to kiss me?

Absolutely not.

“You said you thought you’d never walk down the aisle,” he says, and my eyes widen in shock. “There’s an aisle right here.”

I’m fully aware that everyone is watching me, watchingus, and so I roll my eyes, try to play it cool. “I mean down the aisle… toward the man of my dreams.”

He pulls back, straightening his spine, then points a thumb at himself, that smirk never leaving him. “I’m right here.”

This is insane. Ridiculous.Outlandish.

“Wedding,” someone whispers, and that whisper turns into a chant. “Wedding! Wedding!” Until everyone’s saying it, stomping their feet in between bursts of laughter. “Wedding! Wedding! Wedding! Wedd?—”

“Fine,” I yell and immediately wish I could take it back.

The cheers that follow have me shaking my head.

“We’ll get out of your hair,” Jake’s dad says.

“We’ll walk you to your car,” Jake replies.

Micky turns to me, eyes narrowed, finger stabbing through the air. “Don’t you dare start without us.”

“Veil,” I ask, palm up between us.

Micky smiles, removing the veil and handing it to me. “It wasalwaysyours.”

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