Page 56 of The Wedding Planner's Manny
“Maybe we should talk to Ethan about that,” Kade said eventually, deferring the problem to someone else.Smart.Then he pulled out another suit, a light blue one this time, and eyed it shortly. “Try this one,” he said, offering it to Nick.
“Only if you try this one,” Nick countered, handing a charcoal colored suit to Kade.
“Okay then.” Kade looked at Conner. “You find anything?”
Conner and I exchanged glances. We hadn't really looked. Quickly, I picked out a navy suit for him, remembering what Kade had said earlier. “Why don't you put this on?”
Conner nodded and took the suit from me. Then all three of them vanished into the changing room and I was left by myself. There was no point in me trying on anything right now, after all. I was steadily gaining weight and even though the wedding was going to be well after my due date, no one could say what shape I would be in that day. And if I was being completely honest, I didn't really care what I would be wearing either. Nick had promised me he would handle it and I was glad to let him.
Although now I was hoping he wasn't going to put me into anything that glittered.
Waiting for the others to finish changing, I sat back down in the armchair. I had passed halfway point with this pregnancy now, and though Icouldstand for extended periods of time, I really didn't like to.
Standing made my back hurt. So I sat and waited and stroked my belly as I felt my baby kick, probably just as bored as I was.
Conner was the first to be out of the changing room, taking a few tentative steps toward the mirror.
“Kade was right,” I told him. “The navy does suit you. You look like a little gentleman.” He really did. Except for one thing. His tie was hanging loosely around his neck. I got up from my chair again to help him with it. “Every man needs to know how to tie a tie,” I said as I showed him how. “There, that's better. Look at yourself.”
He stared into the mirror. “You really think I look good?”
“You do! Almost as if you were the one getting married.” I grinned. “You'll catch everyone's eye.”
“Everyone's?” Conner scrunched his face up. “I don't want that. I'm getting too much attention already.”
He was? The boy wastwelve. How bad could it be?
“I just had to reject someone a few weeks ago. I don't wanna have to do that again.”
A few weeks ago? Slowly, the pieces of the puzzle were coming together in my head. Conner was an omega who liked to read, wasn't he? And he was Nathan's age. Oh Lord... “Was that a blond young alpha?” I asked, just to make sure.
“Yeah.” Conner whirled around to me in surprise. “How do you know?”
“You know how I'm working as a Manny right now?”
“Oh!” Conner's eyes went so wide they resembled dinner plates. “I didn't realize you know Nathan. I felt really bad about sending him away.”
“Don't worry about it,” I said, trying to flatten an errant strand of Conner's ginger hair. “Nathan's going to be fine.”
“You think so?”
“I know so,” I reassured Conner, and just as I did so, Nick stepped out of the changing room, wearing his light blue suit and an uncertain smile.
“You think this works?” he asked, doing a half-spin in front of the mirror. “I don't think my behind looks as good as it could.”
“That's certainly a concern,” I responded, holding back a chuckle. “I think Zander's already sold on your behind, for what it's worth.”
“Oh, I'm not worried about him,” Nick waved me off. “I know he'd marry me even if I was wearing a clown's costume.”
“Probably true.” I smiled at my brother.
Must be nice, being so sure of someone's love.
Jeremiah probably wouldn't have married me if I'd shown up in the wrong color suit. Zander wasn't like that, though. No, my brother had made a good choice, and watching him inspect his suit in the mirror, I decided then and there that, should I ever get married again, then it would only be to someone who would take me in a clown's costume.
It was the oddest coincidence that my phone started ringing the moment I finished that thought.
Okay, maybe nottheoddest coincidence because it had been ringing all the time over the past few days. Usually, I let it go to voicemail as soon as I saw who the caller was. It was always Jeremiah—
