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“That would be me. And you are?”
“I’m Logan.”
Max shook the man’s offered hand. They walked together down the hall into the tower room being used to corral the men until the ceremony. He knew if he walked the opposite direction, he’d find Sloane in the other tower room. He missed her. Not a day went by that he didn’t think about her. Although more and more these days he wondered: Who was the lucky bastard that got to see that smile that made his heart soar? Steeling himself, he decided it didn’t matter who this other guy was. Somehow he would fix this.
Logan knocked on the closed door with authority and opened it without waiting for a response. The other men were joking and hugging him before Max closed the door.
“‘Bout time you got here,” Clint teased.
“You know what it was like getting Marigold and Poppy out of the house?” Logan said.
Ren let out a belly laugh. “I do not envy you, buddy!”
“It wasnota good time, that’s for damn sure,” Logan replied.
Foster smiled at the man. “Good to see you again, Mr. Robertson. I see you’ve met Max.”
“I did, and I told you last time, it’s Logan.”
“Mr. Robertson?” Max took a moment to study the man more closely. He looked to be close to six-foot-one, and his bald head and tattoos would make him intimidating to most people. He now knew where Sloane got her eyes. “Sloane’s father?”
“The one and only.”
A knock sounded on the door as it was opening. A small man with a full head of dark hair entered the room. The roman collar gave away that he was their priest.
“It’s time to take your places, gentlemen.”
Clint stopped before the large doors that led into the nave to wait for his daughter. Max followed Foster toward the altar to take his place next to him as his best man. Logan and Ren took their seats.
“I’m really happy for you, man.”
“Thanks, Max. I couldn’t have found a better woman.”
“True, Bella is special.”
“Sloane is too.”
Max nodded his head once stiffly. Foster was getting his happily ever after. Why the hell couldn’t Max? The rest of the guests were seated quickly. It was a small ceremony. Just family and close friends would be attending. Unfortunately, that meant partners too. Max watched Brody walk down the aisle and take a seat. The woman he had on his arm was the same stripper from the club. She looked like she was working the corner after the ceremony, in a red mini dress two sizes too small.
“Why the hell would he bring her?”
“They’ve been seeing each other publicly ever since Sloane ended it,” Foster whispered back.
“How do you think she’s going to react?”
“I guess we’ll see.”
As if on cue, the music changed dramatically. All the guests stood up, facing the back of the church. The doors once again opened. Slowly and confidently, Sloane began her walk down the aisle. Max felt his knees weaken. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. She was absolutely breathtaking. The black of the dress gave her pale skin an angelic glow. There were no sleeves, and her bare arms brought to mind a vision of her in his bed with the sheets barely covering her. Max had to stifle that train of thought. He couldn’t afford to sport a hard-on in church.
Her golden hair was pulled back off of her face. For the first time she didn’t need to push her bangs from her face. Her eyes locked on him as she continued toward the altar. Max wanted to rush down to her and take her into his arms, but he restrained himself. This was Foster and Bella’s day. Sloane took her place on the opposite side of the aisle. Again, the music shifted.
***
Sloane
Sloane could feel everyone’s eyes on her. It was kinda creepy, actually. Perhaps she should just elope when she got married. She laughed to herself. She’d need a boyfriend first. Fat chance of that, seeing as soon she’d have a baby bump.
She glanced over at Foster. He had his signature smirk on his face. Probably thinking of ways to tease her about how put together she was. For once.
