Page 57 of Savage in the Sheets
Startled, I turn back around to see Weston down on one knee. My hands fly to my mouth to silence my gasp.
He opens a tiny box held in his massive hands. A perfect, circular-cut diamond glimmers back at me.
“Nooooo!” I sputter.
His face falls, and I hear Angela screech, “What!?!” in the background.
“I mean, yes!” I quickly correct myself.
His face goes neutral.
“You are asking me to marry you, aren’t you?”
“It was supposed to go a little smoother, but yes,” Weston says apprehensively.
I hold out my hand so Weston can slip the ring on my finger, then I hop up and down, squealing as I show it off to Angela, Wendy, and Elliot.
Wendy looks elated, clinging to Elliot as though our joy is hers. After hearing their story from Elliot, it’s made me want to get to know them more, and we’ve gone out on several couples’ dates.
Angela pops open a bottle of champagne as Elliot passes out the glasses.
“Are you sure?” I ask Weston. “Are you sure you want this?”
Weston wipes away a tear that managed to escape his eye, and I realize nothing he could say would validate his devotion more than that single tear.
“Savage, for as long as I live, I’m gonna spend every single moment I’m breathing showing you how much I love you. Can you handle that?”
I nod my head vigorously and say, “Only if you let me do the same!”
Angela
Why has Jenna never told me that she has a smokin’ hot brother?
Let me clarify.
With the way his tux fits, he has a hard body I could do laundry on if this were the middle ages. Oh, and a smoldering gaze. Then, there’s his smile—a killer smile that’s getting me all in those sexy feels that are usually reserved for after-workout sex surges.
What a fucking jaw—and that voice—it’s like sandpaper. Wholly male, abrasive, panty-dropping.
I’m not ashamed to say that if he were my brother, we’d have a Flowers in the Attic situation on our hands. That VC Andrews woman was dirty to her core. Maybe she had a brother like…what’s his name again?
He rises from his seat, glancing around the room at the tables full of smiling faces.
Shit—am I supposed to rise too? I was trained for this kind of etiquette, but give me a sexy redhead in a suit, and it all goes out the window.
He clinks a fork against his glass. “Good afternoon, everyone. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Craner Savage, brother to Jenna, best man to Weston…”
I’m beginning to regret missing the rehearsal dinner, but I’ve been traveling, learning the hotel trade so I can take a greater role in my family’s business.
I can’t take my eyes off his lips, and when clapping startles me from my trance, I realize that everyone is now looking at me.
The poem!
I rise from my chair, only for my dress to catch on something, causing me to stagger. Is it possible to stumble upward? Because that’s what I just did.
You got this, Ang.
Jenna and Weston are looking on at me with big, round eyes. They’re such a beautiful couple. Damn her for taking one of the hottest men in the city. And damn her for hiding her beefcake brother.
