Save the Date by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey

Author:RJ Scott & V.L. Locey [Scott, RJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-78564-179-4
Publisher: RJ Scott

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“I shouldn’t have eaten all that cake,” Ten said after the fifth tuxedo we tried on.

“Damn right,” I agreed and peered at my reflection, wondering how in hell I was going to sit down in such tailored pants.

“What do you think about getting married in Railers’ tracksuits?” he mused.

I elbowed him. “While I agree that is a great idea, can you imagine the nervous breakdown Trent would have, not to mention Stan, who said he’s wearing something special.”

Ten shook his head, “I heard it’s ruffled again. Adler said we could always photoshop the photos.”

“It wouldn’t be Stan unless he was in the loudest, most Elvis-like suit.”

“You know what?” Ten began and stopped fiddling with the jacket that fit him like a glove. “I think we look pretty sharp in these.”

We weren’t in matching suits; his was a beautiful pale gray, and I was in a contrasting dark navy. He’d picked it out the moment we walked in, said I should wear a blue shirt that matched my eyes. How did he know to say the very most perfect thing?

“You look so handsome,” I murmured, and we learned in to kiss and almost made it.

“I’m coming in!” Trent announced loudly, then came in with a hand over his eyes. “Is it safe?” It was all for show because he dropped his hand and looked right at us. Then he lost all of his flamboyant Trent-ness, and I thought he was going to cry. His eyes were bright with emotion. “Oh my stars,” he said. “You both look…” He pressed his lips together and then nodded as if he was having some kind of private discussion in his mind. “Perfect,” he summarized. “Sometimes I wish Dieter would…” He trailed off, then brightened. “Onwards and upwards. We have Ryker, Jamie, and Brady here in the morning for their fittings. Now you’re ticked off the list, so you’re free until the rehearsal dinner tomorrow evening.”

This was the first I’d heard about a rehearsal dinner, but I didn’t care what we did now, because I really felt as if I’d reached that part of the whole thing where it was just about me and Ten. Something in Trent’s expression had love and affection welling inside me. For him and his open generosity and emotion, for beautiful tuxes and helpful tailors, and for the puck-shaped cake. But most of all for Ten.

Trent made a note of pick-up times in a journal fat with notes, and then we went our separate ways; tonight Ryker and Jacob were staying over, and I had a whole heap of things planned from pizza to popcorn, games, films, and talking hockey.

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