Page 6 of All In

He goes through my entire hair routine, almost as good at it as I am by now, and I stand stock-still while he does.

His eyes are focused intently on his task, his fingers sure and strong in my hair. After a few minutes, his lips quirk up in a smile, and he steps back. “There you go.”

I turn to the mirror, looking at myself. “Yeah, not bad, I guess.”

My normally wild hair is tamed and presentable. Though who fucking knows how many more times I’m gonna have to do this by the end of the day.

“You’re welcome.” He sits down on the couch, crossing his leg over his knee again. “So, what are we supposed to be doing all day? Surely we aren’t gonna be stuck in this room until the wedding.”

Well, fuck. I hope not. “Let’s go find out.”

Grayson follows me out of the small room and into the area where we’re having the ceremony. They’ve already got it all set up, and it’s gorgeous—though a little much for my tastes.

Everything is white and gray and classy, with white flowers adorning each table. There’s a massive white carpet leading down the aisle toward the front where floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the river behind us.

Grayson whistles. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.” I grimace. “I didn’t want anything this fancy.”

Running his finger over one of the tables, Gray sighs. “Yeah, I know. Can’t believe he talked you into all this.”

Well, it wasn’t really that he ‘talked me into it.’ More that his family was paying for it all, so it felt like I had to do what they wanted.

“Yeah, but he let me pick the honeymoon.”

Grayson laughs. “I wish I could have seen his face when you told him you wanted to go to Vegas.”

I bark out a laugh. “Well, I’ve never been, and I thought it sounded fun.”

Shaking his head, Grayson smiles. He’s got one of my favorite smiles in the world, and ever since I was a kid, watching him smile at me has sent warm little tingles through me. He’s my favorite person. Or… well, my second favorite person, I guess.

“Only you would pick Vegas and not… I don’t know—a freaking beach or something.” He raises his eyebrows. “What’s the point of having a rich husband if you don’t cash in on the fancy honeymoon?”

I roll my eyes. “The wedding is fancy enough as is, thanks. And you know I don’t care about money. Besides, he’s not rich.”

“Right,” Grayson says, nodding solemnly. “Just his family.”

“Speaking of…” I glance around. “Why the hell did I have to be here so early if no one else is?”

Grayson pulls out a chair at one of the tables and sits down. I’m not sure if he should, considering how pristine everything is.

“What time are your parents coming?” I ask, staring out the window toward the river.

“They said they’d be here around four. They’re coming with yours.”

“I’m gonna go find Josh and figure out what I’m supposed to be doing.”

Tipping his head at me, Gray smiles. “Have fun with that. I’ll be here if you need me.”

“Oh, honey, you look so handsome.” Mom adjusts my tie, even though Grayson just tied it for me, and it’s definitely straight.

“He sure does.”

Gray’s not looking so bad himself. As my best man—duh—he’s decked out in a tux that looks very similar to mine. It’s fitted on him and perfect. I don’t fill mine out nearly as well as he does.

Standing up, he slides his phone into his pocket. “It’s about time. Are you nervous?”

I shake my head, then nod. “Kind of. There’s like… a million people out there.”