Page 58 of The Forever Vault

“Whoa, bro! Take it easy.”

All Ty had done was put his arm around my shoulders and I nearly jumped twenty feet in the air.

“Sorry. Just…got a lot going on up here.”

“That’s understandable, but I’ve never seen you this jumpy. We gotta loosen you up.”

“Are you trying to sound sexual today, or is it just a happy coincidence?” I asked.

“Really? I can’t say ‘loosen you up’ without you getting horny?”

“I didn’t say I was horny.”

“Okay, Mr. Everything’s Dirty, you’re not horny, you’re a sixth grader. What are we doing today?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that. Don’t you have anything to do for the wedding up here?”

Ty sighed. “Well, Declan did give me a checklist,” he said, pulling out his phone.

I looked over his bare shoulder. Despite the cooler weather, Ty liked his tanks.

“You have a wedding planner?!”

Ty gave me a blank stare. “I forget. You haven’t met Declan’s parents that live in Beverly Hills. Does a wedding planner seem unexpected for people like them? Imagine your mother-shit.” Ty winced. “Sorry, bro.”

“It’s fine. I can imagine what that would be like. And you’re right, my parents would’ve hired one too,” I admitted. “Have you met them? Do you like the plan?”

“I’ve met him…twelve times.”

“Twelve?!”

“He’s a perfectionist.” Ty shrugged.

“How complicated is this wedding that you need twelve meetings to get it perfect?”

“Complicated enough to be wanted for, like, three magazine covers?”

“Wow. Um…I guess I forgot how famous you two have become.”

“I wouldn’t say we’re famous.”

“Oh okay.” I shoved him with my good arm. “Where are we walking, anyway?”

“Ah, Grayson’s office is just down the street. You okay or you want me to get an Uber?”

“I’m fine. I forgot you’re pretty familiar with the city.” I said. “I’d get lost without my phone here. It’s a lot bigger than Dunedin.”

“Is that how you say that? I always pronounce it wrong.”

“You’ve been to our house a few times,” I said. “How could you not know?”

“It’s not like I need to say Dunedin when we visit. I just say Tampa.”

We entered a large foyer, but before the receptionist could greet us, I heard, “Tyler! Mi amor!”

Ty leaned over to whisper, “He’s a hugger, by the way,” as a slim and attractive man approached us through an ornate archway to our left. As he walked across the entryway, he held his arms out to Ty and went in for a hug.

Grayson, I presumed, was taller than me, but shorter than Ty and had short, dark hair. His skin was lighter than mine and flawless. I thought he might have been wearing a little makeup.