“Because that’s my little sister.”
“Oh shit.” Blake’s eyes went wide even as they winged back over Hunter’s shoulder and he blinked several times before shaking his head. “No. No way. Your little sister is like ten dude, and last I checked she was a blonde.”
“Yeah and last I checked you haven’t seen her in about ten years so stop staring before I pluck your eyes out and use them as olives for my fiancée’s drink.”
Blake’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “That’s Tatum?”
“Jesus man. Did you suffer a brain injury I don’t know about? Yes. That’s Tatum. And unless you want…”
“Fine.” Blake held his hands up, “No more threats necessary. Message received. I’m going to the john.”
Blake crawled over the back of their booth and strolled away in the other direction. Hunter glared at his friend’s back until he caught the flash of moonbeam white out of the corner of his eye. He turned as Millie rushed toward him and he opened his arms, letting her throw herself into his lap.
“Surprise!” She giggled as she planted kisses across his cheek.
He laughed as he caught her, “Is the surprise that you’re here or that you’re drunk?”
“I’m not drunk.” She squinted, making her nose scrunch up in that adorable way he loved and her glasses wiggled lopsidedly. “But the girls did take me to get some drinks for my bachelorette party before we came here to meet you.”
“Mmm, you went drinking with my sister. That explains it.” He shot Tatum a look but she only slid into the seat that Blake had vacated and picked up Hunter’s glass of whiskey, downing it before putting it back on the table.
“What?” She blinked, looking around the table to see everyone staring. “I didn’t get her drunk on purpose.”
“Do you ever do anything on purpose?” Tyler taunted as he pushed Tatum aside and slid into the booth next to her, trapping her between him and Isaac.
“Sometimes.” Her lips curled mischievously, “And then sometimes it’s more fun just to throw a Hail Mary and see where it lands.”
“With you, darling, I think the better analogy is a grenade.” Isaac wrapped a protective arm around the back of the seat and they all laughed as Tatum punched him in the ribs.
Hunter turned his attention back to Millie, “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Well I’m not. Yet.” She giggled again and leaned her forehead against his, “But a girl can always hope.”
He chuckled, “Such a naughty girl you turned out to be.”
“And you love me for it.”
“I do.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled, “I love you, Mills.”
“I love you too.” She nuzzled his neck, nibbling on his ear. “What do you say we get out of here? Go home? Play naked twister?”
“We’ve got all the time in the world, remember? All our friends are here. They’re celebrating us. Let’s stay a little while longer and just enjoy this perfect night for just a little while longer.”
“Perfect huh?” Millie grinned, clearly reading his mind and knowing what he must think of this loud, overcrowded bar.
He kissed her softly, holding her close, breathing her in and thanking all of his lucky stars that this woman had chosen him. She was his. Soon, they’d say their vows and she’d be his forever. Even if their lives weren’t perfect, getting to spend it with her would be.
“It is now that you’re here.
