NOAH
I’m working my hand through my hair when there’s a knock at my door right before Mason lets himself inside.
“Come in, why don’t you,” I say in greeting.
He smiles. “It’s like deja-vu,” he replies.
“What is?”
“Nothing, never mind.”
I shrug it off. “Looking dapper,” I say. His suit is immaculate, well, except for his tie hanging loosely around his neck.
“Did you give Jessica and Caleb my letters?” I ask.
“I did,” he says and hands me two envelopes. “You guys are so sweet it makes myteeth hurt.” He shakes his head. “You’re so whipped.”
I shrug and take them and put them on the table before returning to ironing my shirt.
“Thank you for the watch by the way.”
I look up as he holds up his wrist.
I nod. “That’s not all. Over there.” I tilt my chin to the table.
“Seriously?”
Turning off the iron, I fold my arms over my chest.
“Yes, seriously.”
He picks up the box and flicks the lid.
“They’re from Caleb and me,” I say, walking over to him.
It’s a pair of Mont Blanc cufflinks, like mine and Caleb’s, except ours has the word groom engraved on them.
“You guys are really pulling on my emotions. You know that right?”
I laugh and hold out my hand. “Here, I’ll help you put them on.”
He adjusts his sleeves once they’re in place.
“Thank you. It means a lot.”
“Of course, you’re family,” I reply honestly, my own emotions trying to get the better of me too. I swallow. “Let me get my shirt on and you can help me with mine.”
Grabbing it off the ironing board, I slip into my en suite and pull it on, making quick work of the buttons as I return to Mason.
I grab my own cufflinks and hand them to him.
“How was she?” I ask.
“Nervous.”
“Good or bad nervous?” I ask as he looks up once my cufflinks are in place.
The fucker chuckles. “Do you really even need to ask? Good nerves. Nothing could keep her from marrying you two arseholes.”
