Page 63 of Entwined Hearts
We all went to where the ceremony was apparently going to be. “Hey!” Colt grinned, arms out wide. He was in a classic black suit with an orchid pinned on the lapel. “Surprised?”
“What the fuck, Colton!” Anna screeched, swinging her purse at him. “A secret wedding?”
He shrugged. “Why not?” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Don’t be mad at me, it’s my wedding day.”
“If you wanted us to pay more attention to you, you could’ve just said.” I looked around, pretending to be unimpressed. “This is alittledramatic, and no one likes an attention seeker.”
Colt laughed, light and airy. It just might’ve been the happiest I’d ever seen him. He brought me into a hug. “Feel like being my best man?”
“W-What?” I choked out, looking at everyone. “Beau’s your brother, he should be your best man.”
“Oh, shut the hell up, Weston,” Beau said. “You’re our brother.”
“What he said.” Colt placed his hands on my shoulders. “You’re my best friend. My wingman. You helped me seal thedeal with Britt anyway. I feel like it’d be some kind of bad luck if you weren’t next to me up there.”
First, Henry, and now Colt. I was turning into a fucking sap. “If you’re sure,” I said, my voice thick.
“As sure as I am about the woman I’m marrying.”
“Holy shit,” Emmett murmured from behind us, looking stunned.
I turned, and my world tilted off its fucking axis. Savannah and Delilah were walking towards us, and my body erupted with butterflies like some lovesick teen at the sight of my Sav. She was in a slip of floor-length silk the color of sage leaves. Her head was held high, shoulders back, makeup done to the nines. She was elegant. Powerful. Mesmerizing. I was sick with need for her. To be near her.
“Who knew you were such a sneaky little shit, Colt?” Delilah said as they approached. But I didn’t look to see how he reacted because Savannah was in front of me, and I couldn’t breathe.
“Hi,” she said softly, giving me a shy smile.
“Let me kiss you,” I blurted. I’d get on my knees and beg if I had to. Right here. Right now. I didn’t care who saw.
“Damn, Weston,” Delilah scoffed. “What happened to hello?” I ignored her, waiting for Savannah’s answer.
She let out a little giggle. “Just one.”
I brought her body to mine, my hand low on her hip while I kissed the hell out of her. Because if I was only getting one, I was going to make it count.
I was breathless by the time I reluctantly let her go, the ground uneven beneath me. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes a little hazy. “That’s quite the greeting,” she murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“You look so beautiful.” I couldn’t stop looking at her, touching her. But we were supposed to be taking space, so I pried myself off her.
Her gaze ran over me once. “You do, too. Did you get your hair cut?” My heart skipped a beat that she noticed.
“Yesterday. Brittany insisted.” I gestured out to the ceremony space. “Now I know why. Colt just asked me to be his best man.”
Grinning, she squeezed my bicep. The touch was fleeting. Torturous. “That’s amazing, Wes.”
I wasn’t sure if having her around and talking to me like this, or not having her around at all, was worse. It was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a ravenous dog, keeping it just out of reach.
And I was starving for any bit of attention she’d give me.
It wastime for the ceremony, and I stood next to Colt. “I think I’m gonna puke,” he whispered shakily, his back to the crowd.
His shoulders were tense under my hands. “You’re not going to puke,” I assured him. “One, because Beau and I will never let you hear the end of it. And two, there’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s like any other day. Well, not really, but you know what I mean.”
He blinked, looking vaguely stunned. “You’re terrible at this,” he said.
The corners of my mouth curled with a smile. “Hey, you said you wanted me, not Beau, so I don’t know what to tell you. He’s the one with the pep talks, not me.”
Some frilly classical music came on, and Colt went stock still like a deer in headlights. And I couldn’t help but wonder if I would’ve been this nervous for my wedding with Sav. I wasn’t sure. I think, if anything, I’d been pissing myself with excitement, not fear.
