"Won't he be surprised," Jackson jokes.
"Fuck," he says, rubbing his head. "Dan might kill me for this."
“Do you want my advice?" I ask. "Go over there right now and give Dan a heads up that you've set a date. Don't say when. Just that you've set one. It will ease his shock."
“Now?”
“Better now than wait until he sees his daughter in her dress, don’t you think?”
He walks toward Dan, and the rest of us wait to see if we’re going to have to break up a fight.
“I’ll take the big guy if this gets ugly,” Brody says.
Jackson laughs. “Which one?”
We all laugh but fuck, it’s going to suck if we have to get between the two of them.
Tank gives us a thumbs up when Dan hugs him.
Brody pulls out his wallet and hands Jackson a ten-dollar bill.
“Told you,” Jackson chuckles. “Tank makes Dan’s little girl happy, and that’s all a dad wants for his daughter.”
“Okay,” Brody says, rolling his eyes. “We’ll see how you feel about that when some guy comes asking you for Aspen’s hand in marriage.”
“My baby is never getting married. She’s going to live with her mom and me forever.”
Everyone laughs but Jackson.
The rest of the day is a bustle of activity, but it goes quicker than I imagined. It’s time to head inside and get ready.
When Jenny steps out of the bathroom in her dress, my mouth falls open. It’s the first time I’ve seen her dressed up with her hair and makeup done.
She pauses by the door, running her eyes over me. “I guess this is the grown-up version of us,” she says, laughing nervously.
I step toward her, taking her hand. I whistle as I spin her in a circle. “Youarebeautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says, her cheeks turning pink at my compliment.
She slips her arm through mine as we head downstairs.
Kelsie is standing in the main part of the house. She stops us from going outside.
“Will you guys stay? Elizabeth just went to get my mom and dad, and I’m so nervous I think I might throw up. Maybe I should have told them sooner.”
Jenny gives her a hug. “It’s going to be just fine. They’re going to be happy. I promise.”
Chapter Fifty-One
Lily
“Can you guys come inside for a minute?” Elizabeth asks, pulling Dan and me from our seats.
When we step into the warehouse, she slips a corsage over my wrist and starts pinning a boutonniere on Dan. “Isn’t this ribbon so pretty? It was Rachel’s.”
JD leans against the counter, watching us. “Jenny had the idea of incorporating it in the couples wedding flowers,” he tells us.
I look up at my husband, and his face falls. “Couples?” he asks.
