Page 47 of Blood Revealed

But there’s this one giant-ass pink stone. “What’s that?” I ask.

The saleslady smiles even wider. “That is our pink sapphire. It’s gorgeous, don’t you think?”

“I thought they were blue,” I reply stupidly to the woman.

She laughs. “They come in an array of colors. You have a wonderful eye, however. This one is our halo set in fourteen carat rose gold. The center gem is three carats and is encircled by beautiful pink morganite, which also adorn the band. As it’s a set, the wedding band comes adorned with the morganite as well.” She waits for me to speak, expectantly showing off a mouthful of bright, white teeth.

The wedding band?Shit.This is what I wanted. We’re in Vegas, after all. Her sister is here. I punch Hero in the shoulder. “Bastard,” I whisper. “You and Brin had this planned all along.”

He laughs but doesn’t deny it.

The saleslady cuts in again. “We have a very manly men’s ring to coordinate with this set and if you don’t mind me saying so, it would go stunningly with your hair,” she says, a pink blush covering her cheeks.

I snicker. “Show me the band.”

On a nod, she leads us over to a counter holding an array of men’s rings. I look to my brother. “You knew I’d give in, didn’t you?”

“I just led the horse to water, man. I can’t make your stubborn ass drink. That’s on you.” He’s wearing that arrogance that Hero is known for.

“She’s either gonna be happier than I’ve ever seen her or pissed as hell. I can’t be sure.”

“Does that mean you’re finally drinking?” he asks.

“Yeah, your damn Kool-Aid,” I answer, smiling and shaking my head. He outright laughs. In the end, I drop as much on the rings for me and Hannah as he did for his old lady. I think we made that saleswoman’s month.

We leave the store with all our bags then pop in to grab each of the women those frou-frou coffees they both love and I look down at the time on my phone. “Think we’ve given them enough time?” I ask.

“Yeah. Just got the text from Brin.” We head back their way and meet the women inside the store to pay for their selections. Both dresses are already in garment bags, which means I don’t get to see what she’s picked out, though Hannah smiles sheepishly at me. I have no clue what that one means.

She takes her cup, sucking up the drink through the straw until she has to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Brain freeze.” She laughs, flapping her hands and making herself look like a goof.

But once the brain freeze subsides, she goes right back in for another sip. Hannah. I shake my head chuckling under my breath as I roll my eyes at the woman I love. Without a doubt, this is the woman I want to spend forever with.

Before walking back to the hotel, the women pop into a Walgreens for makeup and hair shit. Our final stop is the hotel, where Brin goes to our room with Hannah and I go get ready with Hero.

As we both showered this morning, it doesn’t take us long to dress, and damn, I have to say we’re a couple of good-looking motherfuckers. “Don’t we clean up nice,” I say.

“Fuck yeah. The most gorgeous women in Vegas deserve it, don’t you think?”

I snicker, shaking my head as I pull my phone from my pocket to text Hannah.

Almost done, she replies.Hero’s going to be blown away.

We leave Hero’s room, making sure he’s got the keycard in his pocket, and walk down to my room. I knock on the door. After a minute, it opens and my mouth drops open. Hero’s going to be blown away? I’ve never seen Hannah look so breathtaking. She has her hair down in these rippling waves and the dress is almost like a pink champagne. I remember Brinley telling the consultant that she wanted them both wearing white, but this is so much better. Han has a darker pink flower tucked and pinned by her left ear. The dress is strapless and forms like a mold over every curve. The front bodice dips low in the center like a heart. It’s like satin or something. She looks like one of those 1940s pinup girls.

And fuck me, when she turns around, the back only goes halfway up and there’s a long slit stopping just below her rounded ass so she can walk in that skirt. All I want to do is get her out of it and have my wicked, wicked way with her.

Brinley steps out from the bathroom and I think Hero’s heart might have stopped. His feet sure do. He stands there, a shocked expression, taking her all in. Han wasn’t wrong. Brin has bright red lips. A blue-and-red flower tucked and pinned behind her ear drawing attention to her flowing, black hair. She’s got on this white halter-style dress that pushes up her ample tits, narrows in at her waist, and flairs out in the skirt.

She looks beautiful. I’m positive if my brother could pick his jaw up off the floor, he’d tell her the same thing.

Brinley dips her chin in this demure thing she’s had going since she showed up at the compound. I can’t lie; it’s sexy as hell. “We better get going,” I suggest. “Sooner to get the groom to his honeymoon.”

Hero snaps out of his Brinley trance, offering her up his arm. Checking first that I have our keycard before leaving, we head to the elevator. As we walk through the lobby, the four of us are peppered with shouts of congratulations. Hannah has no idea.

We take the van because it’s too far to walk. But the chapel looks exactly like the photo on the website. When we walk in, since this is Vegas Elvis, the receptionist looks like Ann-Margaret, I think her name was, with big hair, shimmery go-go boots, and a shimmery silver dress that barely covers her ass.

“I suggest the romance package,” she says. “It comes with the bouquet, professional photography, and a private ceremony so you don’t have others waiting in the seats while you’re exchanging vows.”

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