Page 72 of The Game Plan
I’m still holding his hand when he leads me farther into the room. The door clicks closed behind us, shutting out the rest of the world.
And for tonight, it’s just us.
Mr. and Mrs. Campbell.
Ican’t stop staring at her.
My wife.
God, that’s going to take some getting used to.
For years, I’ve watched friend after friend fall in love. They got their girls, while I’ve stood on the sidelines, loving mine from a distance. I never questioned her choices. Never pushed. I just waited, letting her live the freedom she fought so hard to claim.
But now she’s sitting here, beside me, wearingmyring.
A smile hasn’t left her face this entire night, and I’m mesmerized by her bright blue eyes glimmering in the candlelight. She looks radiant in her dress, glowing in a way that seems effortless. I still can’t believe my sister found something this perfect. Every part of her is shining.
She’s breathtaking.
And she’smywife.
“Okay, but seriously,” my sister starts, leaning back in her chair as she swirls the champagne in her flute. “This is incredible, Grant. Who the hell knew you could pull off such a day?”
I scoff, rolling my eyes. But it’s Crew who speaks first. “Give the man a break. He’s inlooooove.”
Sav chuckles into her water goblet as we wait for our dinner. Our eyes meet, and she blushes, smiling down at her lap.
“Everything was amazing, Grant. It doesn’t even feel real.”
“Believe it, Peach.” I reach over and grip her hand, running my thumb over the back of her hand.
She shakes her head, looking around the room. “I can’t believe how quickly everything came together. I figured we’d do something small, but not until next week. This is…well, this is everything I could’ve ever hoped for.”
“That’s what happens when you bribe a courthouse clerk and beg your friend to have her dad give you the private dining room.”
Savannah’s head whips in my direction, eyes wide. I give my sister a look that has her cowering behind her champagne flute. My little sister and her big fucking mouth.
“You bribed someone? Grant…”
“I only offered him some season tickets and maybe a Quinton Boyd autograph.”
Sav lets out a nervous laugh. “Lies and bribery. Should I be worried?”
“Nah, baby.” I lean forward. “I’d do anything for you but never toward you.”
And I mean every word. There’s no way in hell I’d ever lie or hurt Savannah, but if I can give her something she wants, you bet your ass I’ll do it. I’ve always kept my head down, followed the rules, and done everything the right way. If pulling a few strings to make her happy is what I need to do, then so be it.
Before she can say anything else, the waiter arrives with our meals—pasta, filet, and shrimp for me and Crew, lobster ravioli for Bret, and chicken parmesan for Sav. For the next twenty minutes, it’s nothing but clinking silverware and laughter. Bretrehashes childhood stories, like the time I swore I’d be the next Tony Hawk and nearly broke my arm trying to skate a bowl at the local park.
Savannah once told me her cousin Ridge could probably teach me a thing or two. He grew up skating, which led him into even riskier stunts. These days, he’s into underground fighting and motorcycle racing on a crotch rocket. Remind me never to end up on his bad side.
“I’ve got a little surprise for you,” Bret says, her attention locked on Savannah as the waiter clears out empty dishes.
Savannah lets out a nervous laugh. “Okay?”
Bret smiles at me as she practically vibrates in her seat. As Savannah looks nervously around the table, I lean forward, placing my hand on the table, palm side up.
“Come on,wife.” I wink at her and wait for her to take my hand.
