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“Oh, hell no. My cowboy and I are not contract people.”
“You do you,” I said, and turned around, took the bouquet in both hands, and launched it.
There were shrieks as the bouquet went airborne and the sound of scrambling behind me as high heels and taffeta and manicures battled.
And then a gasp . . . and silence.
I turned around.
A girl with the same tawny hair as Gabriel’s but who was dressed in edgy head-to-toe black stared down at the ribbon-wrapped flowers in her hands, her gaze wide and a little bit horrified.
I’d thrown the bouquet a little too hard, pitching it over the crowd of writhing brides- and grooms-to-be, and landing it in the hands of a woman behind them.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing at her expression. However much she loved Jeff Christopher, marriage did not look to be in Fallon Keene’s immediate plans.
“Oh, now, that is ironic,” Lindsey said behind me. “Congratulations, Fallon!”
The ladies who’d missed gave good-natured applause, but you could tell their hearts weren’t in it. For his part, Jeff walked to Fallon with a wide grin on his face. Suspicion in her eyes, he pulled the bouquet from her hands and kissed her hard. And whatever he whispered to her after that had a smile curving one corner of her mouth.
Yes, there was something about weddings.
• • •
“Before the wedding party disperses and you two head off to Paris,” Shay said, “let’s go outside and get some city shots with the bride, groom, maid of honor, and best man.”
“Is that necessary?” I whispered. “She’s taken seven thousand pictures already.”
Mallory feigned shock. “Seven whole thousand?”
I poked her. “Smart-ass.”
Ethan reached out, took my hand. “Outside is fine,” he said, making the decision for both of us. “I’m thrilled to have more time with my beautiful wife.”
That was a powerful word, and on his lips, nearly seductive.
Just you wait, Ethan silently said, echoing the implicit promise I’d made to him earlier.
Eagerly, I promised him. I have plans for you, Sullivan.
The bright flash of his answering magic lifted goose bumps across my skin.
“We’d better get this done as soon as possible,” Mallory said, grinning at us. “Before they start vamping each other among the stacks.”
Ethan’s smile left little doubt that we’d already explored that particular activity, albeit in the House’s library, rather than this one. “We’ll manage,” he assured her.
• • •
I squeezed my feet into my shoes again, let Lindsey stuff rebel tendrils of hair back into my updo. Catcher came out with Mallory, and when Lindsey was done, Amit offered her a gentlemanly arm.
“You’re becoming an expert escort,” I told him as the elevator whisked us back down to the first floor.
“One of my many skills,” he said, leveling his deep brown eyes at Shay’s camera when she tried to snap a shot.
We walked out of the library’s big brass doors, went down the street to the El train trestle that rose above Van Buren.
“Here,” Shay said, pointing to either side of the steel trestle supports, lit from above so light pooled on the sidewalk. “Ethan on that side, Merit on the other.”
“And we’re doing this,” he said, and stepped on one side, leaned a hand against the steel structure.
