Page 173 of Butter My Biscuit

“I guess he’s always going to be like this,” Kinsley tells Beckett.

“Damn straight,” I say, feeling my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out and see a text from Grace.

Grace

Heading your way.

“Must be Grace,” Beckett says.

I walk over to him and give him another hug. “I’ll see you out there. Congrats.”

I pass my parents in the hallway with a smile, but I’m on a mission to see my woman. As soon as I turn the corner, the door opens, and I see my best friend, wearing a red dress with pockets and crimson-red lipstick. Her mouth turns up into a smile. When I’m close to her, I gently press her against the wall.

She looks around, but places her arms around my neck. “In the Lord’s house?”

“Wasn’t the church on your list?” I say into her neck.

Her eyes flash with want and desire, and the corner of her lips tilt up.

“You’re so fucking bad.Afterward.”

“Okay,” she whispers, looking into my eyes. “I found the perfect place.”

“Five minutes,” Kinsley says walking past us, and I laugh against Grace’s mouth.

“For what?” I question, not missing one of my last opportunities to annoy her.

She laughs. “You two are iconic.”

“I know,” I say, pressing my lips against Grace’s, and she laughs. “We should go.”

“Yes,” she says.

I tuck hair behind her ear, then grab her hand and lead her to the back of the church.

Beckett is standing in the front of the church with Cash, who’s officiating the ceremony. Kinsley is walking out alone so Grace and I can go down the aisle together.

When I turn around, Remi and Colt look directly at me with the same expression on their faces.

“Hey, twins. You two lookcute.”

“Have I told you how glad I am that he’s not my roommate anymore?” Colt tells her.

Remi bursts into laughter. “I can only imagine.”

Then, I see Summer line up, and Grace leans in. “Doesn’t she look like a princess?”

“Yeah.” I smile, so damn happy for my brother.

The music starts.

I glance over at Grace, and I bend down because I can tell she wants to tell me something.

“When you look at me like that, it gives me butterflies.”

We kiss, and I feel someone push on us to go. We walk out, and my eyes are on my wife. I don’t want to let her hand go when we walk up front, and our arms slide down each other’s.

I whisper, “I love you,” to her, and she whispers it back as she holds the bouquet.

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