Page 149 of Fall Into Temptation
“We need your help,” Eva told them.
“I used up all my lawyering last night into this morning,” Beckett grumbled.
“We don’t need your lawyering. We need your mayoring,” Donovan grinned. “We’re getting married.”
“Congratulations,” Beckett yawned and began to shut the door.
Donovan slapped a hand on the wood. “Today. We’re getting married today. You’re officiating.”
Gia, suddenly awake, launched herself at Eva. “You’re getting married?” she squealed.
“What’s going on?” Evan grumbled from the foot of the stairs.
“Your Aunt Eva and Donovan are getting married.”
“Yippy.” Evan yawned and headed for the stairs.
“When and where is the ceremony?” Gia demanded.
“This morning at Donovan’s place,” Eva announced.
Donovan squeezed her shoulder. “This morning at our place,” he corrected.
“Oh, my God! This is so exciting! Wait.” Gia froze. “Does this have anything to do with any lingering effects of the planetary crossing?”
Eva grinned up at Donovan. “Even if it does, we’d be crazy not to.”
“Ugh, fine. Let’s get this over with,” Beckett sighed.
Gia slapped him in the chest. “Get excited about this immediately, Beckett, or I won’t be havinglunchwith you for the rest of the week.”
“Lunch means afternoon delight,” Eva translated for Donovan.
“Right now I just want twelve hours of sleep. Is that too much to ask?” Beckett muttered.
Gia stood on tip toe and whispered something in his ear. His eyes opened the whole way. “Okay! Let’s get this show on the road!” he announced.
“Dress code is casual,” Donovan told him. “But I really need you in at least a shirt.”
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An hour later, Donovan, in his dress uniform, paced back and forth in front of his own porch steps. His father dropped a hand on his shoulder. “You’re wearing ruts in the grass, son.”
Donovan stopped and then began fidgeting with his tie. “She’s coming out right? She didn’t come to her senses and change her mind?”
“She’ll be down in a minute. Your mother just texted.”
On cue, the front door opened, and Donovan nearly jumped out of his skin. His mother, still in her deputy uniform, and Phoebe, in a dress she threw on after Eva and Donovan woke her and Franklin up, stepped out onto the porch.
“She’s ready,” Phoebe grinned.
“Places everybody.”
They stood in a semicircle facing the house. His friends, his family. People he had known and loved his entire life. They had his back when times were tough and stood up for him during the good.
Carter and Summer, each juggling a twin beamed at him. Jax and Joey stood with arms around Reva and Caleb, a united unit, a family finally. Beckett stood next to Donovan. He was the only one who bothered with a suit. Gia and Emma were anxiously peering over Niko’s shoulder trying to give him advice on angles and lighting. “This damn town is turning me into a wedding photographer,” Niko complained.
“Shut up and capture my beautiful baby sister on the happiest day of her life,” Emma sniffled.
