Page 8 of Stolen Holidays
I also don’t want the world to have photos of my bride on our wedding day. There are some things that are private, and I want this to be one of them. Just her and me, and our family. That’s allwe need. The fame could disappear, but our family will always be there for us.
Cam bumps my shoulder and whistles. “That’s some ring.”
“It is.” The diamond sparkles like a sign from the universe. I chose this ring because it’s simple and glamorous. The diamond set in gold, to match her parents’ wedding rings, is both elegant and sophisticated, but the brilliance of the cut is what stands out, just like Callie.
To the world, my soon-to-be wife may be a popstar, but to me, she’s just Calliope.
Callie is more than the glammed-out woman who dances around on stage in sparkly bodysuits or walks red carpets in designer dresses and shoes—all of which she hates. She is one of the strongest, most tenderhearted women in the world. The love, dedication, and loyalty she gives to the people who surround her, especially her family, know no bounds. Even when I was being a total ass and didn’t deserve her, Callie saw past my façade and loved me anyway.
I never thought I could love someone as much as I love Callie. Finally accepting my feelings for her and making her mine was the best decision I have ever made. She’s the other half of my soul and makes me so damn happy. I can’t wait to marry her. To spend the rest of my life with her. To start a family together.
Fuck.I still can’t get the sound of Callie’s breathy moans, as she begged me to fuck a baby into her yesterday morning, out of my head. Flashes of our lovemaking transform into a vision of Callie smiling at me as she cradles our baby in her belly.
Soon.
I place the engagement ring next to the other matching gold bands I had made as a surprise for her and ask the salesperson to pack them up. The saleswoman collects the rings from the velvet cushion and excuses herself to wrap them up for me.
In eleven days, each of those rings will grace Callie’s fingers. Each a symbol of my love and devotion to her for as long as I live.
“How are you feeling?” Jace steps up beside me, pulling me back to the present.
“Fucking amazing.” My eyes meet my big brother’s, and I grin at him. “I’m about to make Callie mine forever.”
“Seems a little fast. I mean, you only just started dating,” Cam interjects.
I know he’s just fucking with me, but before I can punch him in the dick for even questioning my proposal, Mason steps in and slaps Cam upside the head, knocking his hat off. “No one is asking for your opinion, douche-dick.”
Cam rubs at the spot as he bends over and grabs his hat off the floor, placing it back on his head backwards. “I’m kidding. Sheesh, lighten up.”
“You’re just mad that I’m beating you to the punch.” I wink at Cam, who flips me off in response.
“I should have eloped in Mexico,” Cam groans, sending me, Jace, and Mason into a burst of laughter. “What’s so funny?”
“The fact that you think you could elope with Talia is what’s funny.” Mason shakes his head at Cam.
Jace grips his stomach as he tries to stop laughing. “You would get your ass beat so fucking hard by her big brother if you eloped.”
“Oh man, can you imagine the punch you’d get for that?” I pop Cam in the chin, and the big oaf shoves me, making me stumble.
“You guys suck.” My little brother sulks, but he knows we are one hundred percent right. There is no way in hell Talia would get married without her family.
The sales associate interrupts our good-natured teasing of Cameron and hands me the bag containing my rings.
“I’m fucking starved.” Cam flips his hat around as we walk out of the jewelry store and make our way towards Jace’s SUV. Since he has the biggest ride, he’s our designated chauffeur for the day.
Jace pulls out his phone and swipes a few times. “The ladies are already at Blue Cantina. We could crash their dinner.”
The thought of seeing my girl has me picking up my pace. A few hours away from her feels like a lifetime. Big Mike has been sending me progress reports, but laying my eyes on her for myself is exactly what I need.
“Let’s do it.” I point at Jace. “But no fucking in the bathroom.”
Jace grins at me like he’s the Joker. “I make no promises.”
“Fucking hell,” Mason grumbles and places his sunglasses over his eyes. I love how he pretends he doesn’t feel his wife up in public. Fucking hypocrite.
We all climb into Jace’s SUV, and in less than twenty minutes, we are pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant. When we arrive, the hostess greets Jace like one of the family and leads us to the private dining room, where the Miller ladies are sitting.
I give Callie’s security guard, who is standing sentry in the hallway, a handshake and follow my brothers.
