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“I know it is,” Leagh snorted. “I bet Gramma Rose wouldn’t pay one bit of attention to my boobs if I danced down the aisle wearing this.”
Roaring with laughter once again, Trevor shook his head, barely able to speak. “If you try to wear that damn thing, you won’t sit for a month. Tony will paddle your ass till it’s black and blue.”
“I know. But it would be so worth it.”
“Yes, but poor Gramma Rose’s false teeth might fall on the floor. That wouldn’t be good,” I warned.
“True.” Leagh pouted, before a mischievous flicker lit up her eyes. “I’ll just save it for our wedding night.”
Trevor snorted. “By the time Tony’s done with you at the club, you won’t even know your own name, let alone have the energy to put that thing on your head.”
Leagh’s eyes grew wide with fear, and just as she opened her mouth to reply, a loud knock filled the room.
“Oh shit,” she hissed. Snatching the tiara from her head, she shoved it back at Trevor. “Hide that.”
“You mean, you’re not going to wear it?” Trevor teased as he quickly tucked it back in his jacket and unlocked the door.
Dylan and Nick stepped through the portal, still looking like bookends out of GQ magazine. Suspicion furrowed their brows as they studied us.
“What trouble are you wild ones cooking up now?” Nick asked.
“Nothing, Master.” Sanna smiled ever so sweetly.
“Right.” Dylan rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You five look as guilty as a fox in a hen house. You didn’t start another fire, did you?”
“Honestly, Master,” Sanna chastised with a peevish scowl.
“Kitten.” Dylan’s tone dipped in warning, making it clear he didn’t appreciate her sass.
“I think you just earned an attitude adjustment tonight, precious,” Nick announced with a conspiratory grin.
“You bet your sweet ass you did,” Dylan chuckled as Sanna frowned.
“Come on, you two, it’s time for us to take our seats,” Nick announced.
Both men stepped in close to Leagh. “You look like an angel. Tony’s a lucky bastard,”
Dylan praised.
“Our happiest blessings to you both,” Nick added with a grin.
“Thank you, Sir,.” Leagh whispered, softly.
Sanna and I hugged our partners in crime before following Dylan and Nick to the chapel. Stopping at a pew close to the front of the church, Nick stopped and tapped a man wearing a dark suit on the shoulder. When he stood and turned, I couldn’t help but smile. It was James, the cop I’d railed on the night before. He floated an approving gaze over my body, and I issued an inward curse. I didn’t want his attention. I wanted Joshua’s. That was nothing more than a hopeless pipe dream. The man still hadn’t called; he wasn’t going to.
“It’s good to see you again, Mellie.” James grinned.
“Likewise.” I smiled as an awkward pall settled between us.
James sidled down the pew, making room for us to sit, and I exhaled a sigh of relief for not having to sit next to him. He seemed nice enough. I simply wasn’t attracted to him, and I didn’t want to encourage him, especially after the inner conflict of Scotty’s kiss.
A buzz of excitement filled the air as the ushers hastily seated guests. Soft organ music filled the ornate sanctuary as people packed the pews. Sanna and I bided our time, whispering and giggling, wondering if Leagh would shock the crowd and wear the tacky penis veil. Evidently, we were getting a little too carried away, because Nick flashed a stern glare in our direction. Of course, that only made us giggle harder. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. I was afraid our bad habit of feeding off one another would wind up getting Sanna into trouble, so I quietly shushed her and bit my lips.
I watched an usher escort Alisa to the front pew with Tony’s handsome father following behind her.
When the organ fell silent, anticipation spiked. Tony and the priest appeared from behind the nave, looking calm and cool. The groom smiled at his family before locking his gaze to the back of the church, as if mentally calling Leagh to join him. The organ blared with dramatic music as both Sanna and I wiggled in our seats, staring toward the back of the room. Drake and Trevor appeared arm in arm, wearing stunningly tailored tuxes. Drake’s dark charcoal gray ensemble accented his beautiful eyes, while Trevor’s deep burgundy color seemed to make his pale skin glow.
Following the two men were Mika and Julianna, linked arm in arm. The dungeon owner wore the same gray sophisticated tux as Drake, while Julianna wore a luxurious, strapless flowing, burgundy, ruched chiffon gown. Their fashions were lavishly chic, but it was their dazzling smiles—even Drake, who rarely ever wore one—that cast each in an almost ethereal hue.
