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I grinned. “Not sure. Might just get myself married.”
He smirked. “Me, too.”
Avery grabbed my hand as the four of us continued to walk. I looked over to see that Easton had Brooke’s hand and, without a word, he kissed the back of it. She smiled up at him, and it hit me that a year ago our lives were entirely different. Brooke was living with that asshole Jared, and I had the hots for her co-worker, who only wanted to get in my pants. Plus, I was dating a guy off and on who had a girlfriend the entire time—asshole.Little did I know then that booking a singles cruise would bring our future husbands into our lives. Easton and Brooke were getting married in four months, and I couldn’t wait for all of us to experience wedded bliss, start our families, and live happily ever after.
“So, everyone remembers the plan, right?” I asked as we waited for our bags.
Avery pulled me to him and wrapped an arm around my shoulders before kissing the top of my head. “Yes, we all know the plan.”
“I just want to make sure because we won’t see each other after we check in until I walk down the aisle.” I looked up into his ocean eyes. “Youwillbe there when I walk down the aisle, right?”
He grinned. “Babe, we just flew across almost the entire country. You think I’d miss it?”
I shrugged. “I’ve heard stories about cold feet.”
“I don’t have cold feet.”
“Don’t worry, Nic,” Easton spoke. “We’ll be on our best behavior tonight, and we won’t be late tomorrow.”
The buzzer for the luggage carousel sounded, and the belt started to turn. “Just promise me you won’t get a black eye. I don’t want that to be in our wedding photos,” I warned.
Avery threw his head back and roared with laughter. “You think Easton and I are the ones who will get into a bar fight? Correct me if I’m wrong, but you two”—he motioned with his finger between Brooke and me—“are the ones who get into bar fights.”
I snorted. “You’re wrong. It was just me.” I looked at Brooke, and she shrugged with a grin. Avery was partially right. I’d almost gotten into a fistfight before my miscarriage because Avery had given me a drink on the house when I bet a woman that I could get him to take my phone number and not hers. Brooke had bet a chick that she could get Easton into the back room at Halo. That bet hadn’t led to a fight, but the girl had stormed off.
“Thenyoubetter not get a black eye,” Avery countered.
“No one’s getting into a fight,” Brooke stated. “Now, let’s get our bags and get this party started. We could all use a drink—or five.”
Before we headed to the hotel, we did a walk-through of the venue. In the light of day, it was gorgeous, and I knew I’d made the right decision. It was a small location, perfect for our intimate wedding. The garden area had two rows of four park-styled benches that led to a gazebo at the end. There were white lights draped in the bushes and along the gazebo giving me a little of what I’d always envisioned my wedding to have. We did a quick run through and then went to the hotel to check-in.
The four of us were staying at the Aria Resort & Casino on the Strip. The first night, Brooke and I were sharing a room, and Avery and Easton were in another because even though we’d all traveled together, we were treating it as a separate bachelor and bachelorette night. Tomorrow we’d meet at the wedding venue, and after I officially became Mrs. Scott, Avery and I would stay in a suite together.
The elevator stopped on the level where my and Brooke’s room was. All four of us stepped out. My soon-to-be husband pulled me to him, wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “The next time I see you, you’ll become my wife,” he said into my ear.
I looked up into his azure eyes. “I can’t wait.”
He captured my lips with his, kissing me long, deep, and passionate. It was the type of kiss that said goodbye, but also held so many promises. Tomorrow would change our lives forever. Tomorrow I would become Mrs. Avery Scott, and I was over the moon. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to sleep tonight because the excitement was racing through my veins.
Easton cleared his throat, and Avery and I pulled our lips apart. He hugged me again. “The next time I kiss those lips will be when you’re my wife.”
I grinned against his hard chest. “I love when you saywife.”
Avery kissed the top of my head, and we pulled apart again. The guys got into the elevator, and I waved goodbye to my fiancé, who would be turning into my husband in twenty-seven hours.
As soon as Brooke and I entered the room, I immediately took my dress out of the suitcase to hang it up. “I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow,” Brooke stated as she watched me unzip the white garment bag.
“I know.” I grinned and hung the floral lace, maxi-style dress on the mirror across from one of the beds. The ivory dress was simple and sleek with a V-neckline, a beaded waist, and a tulle overlay. I loved it. It couldn’t be more perfect for my intimate wedding.
“Nervous?”
I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “Should I be?”
“No.” Brooke smiled. “You talked about cold feet at the airport, and I just want to make sure you’re okay with this.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
She shrugged. “It’s just fast, and I want to make sure you’re ready.”
