Page 70 of Saving His Heart
He is way too excited.
“We are just going to the courthouse. I’m sure I have something I can wear, and you have rows and rows of suits. Is shopping really necessary?”
With a quickness he hasn’t had in days, he rolls me onto my back, pinning me with his hip and hands holding mine above my head.
“This is my one and only wedding. I want pictures, and I want us dressed up, so deal with it.” With a quick kiss to my lips, he jumps out of bed. He has a spring in his step today, that’s for sure.
The sense of pride I feel knowing that I am making him this happy messes with my head. GG calls him Broken-heart, but I realize that moniker will switch from him to me sooner than I’d like.
“You told your lawyer to make sure the prenup can never be contested, right? Everything that is yours will go to your family, or however it is you billionaires do stuff like that?”
I hate to ruin his mood, and this conversation always brings a temper, but I want to make sure he did as I asked. It’s important to me, and I know it will be best for everyone in the long run.
His jaw ticks twice before he speaks. “Yes, everything will go to my family. I promised you, Ems. You don’t have to keep asking. I will leave everything to my family.”
“Okay, thank you.” I know he hates the relief he hears in my voice, but I needed confirmation one more time.
Chapter 29
Preston
Okay, so I may have crossed my fingers one more time when I lied to Emory. It wasn’t really a lie, though. I promised to leave everything to my family, and I will. Once we’re married, she will be my family. I just made sure my attorney buried everything in so much legal jargon she’d never figure it out—until she needs to.
“Seth just left to bring GG to Dexter’s house. We have to leave in about thirty minutes, okay?” I yell through the bedroom door where Emory is getting ready.
“Okay, I’ll be ready soon. Are you sure you don’t want to call anyone? Your brothers? The guys? Anyone?”
“I just want you today,” I tell Emory. It’s true. I just need her today.
I’m getting married today. And I’m dying tomorrow.
That goddamn voice won’t give me a break. I will not let my future ruin today. Today is a day I never thought I’d get, and I am going to make every second count.
“Preston?” I hear my youngest brother, Ashton, yell.
Fuck. I’m standing here in a white tuxedo jacket and nowhere to hide. What the hell is he going to think? I don’t have time for another thought because he walks straight to me, as pissed off as I’ve probably ever seen him. He pulls back a leg and nails me hard in the shin.
“What the fuck, you prick? Why would you do that?”
The next thing I know, I’m in a headlock, and Ashton is kicking at my legs again. He gets a few more shots in before he lets me go. When I stand, I see the tears in his eyes and know he found out the truth.
“I couldn’t punch you in the goddamn face on your wedding day. Mom would never forgive me if you had a shiner in your wedding pictures. How could you do this, Preston? How could you hide this from us all this time?”
This time, he punches me right in the gut. It’s been a long time since I’ve been sucker-punched, and I’m finding it harder than ever to catch my breath.
“You fucking selfish asshole. Why the hell wouldn’t you tell us? This isn’t fair, man. You can’t die and leave us all here to pick up the pieces.”
Taking a seat on the couch, I finally regulate my breathing but wonder if I should call Emory to take a look to be safe.
“Ash, I’m sorry.” What the hell else can I say? I don’t even know where to begin. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? You? Are sorry? Fuck you, Preston. You’re just lucky I was smart enough to stay home and mourn this news like an adult before I came here; otherwise, mom would have lost two sons. One when I killed you and two when I ended up in jail for doing it. Why would you let us go through losing you just like we lost dad, without a chance to say good-bye? You, of all people, know how badly that fucked us all up. Why? It’s all I’ve asked myself for days, so you had better have a goddamn good explanation for me.”
“How did you find out about the wedding?”
“No way, Preston, you’re not changing the subject. You asked me to help Emory. Just where did you think that road was going to lead once I started digging?”
Hanging my head, I sigh. “I knew there was that chance, but I figured her well being outweighed my need for secrets.”
