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"Just wait 'til I get my hands on his scrawny little neck," Angie growled. "You're too good for him, Faith."
"Have you told Daddy?" I asked.
Faith looked at me with horror. "No! I can't do that. He'll freak out. Marriage is a commitment. I have to find a way to fix this."
"Faith—"
My computer chimed. Good. That must be Laurel. She could talk some sense into our oldest sister. I accepted the call and Laurel's face appeared.
Jax
I finished brushing my teeth and rinsed my mouth. I glanced at Grace's reflection in the mirror. She was turning down the sheets on the bed.
"So, did you tell them?"
I leaned against the doorframe, watching her movements. I sometimes still had a hard time believing she was mine.
She fluffed a pillow and straightened. She put her hands on her hips and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "No. It got a little crazy tonight, and not in a good way. It didn't seem like the right time."
She sounded frustrated and a little upset. Concerned, I stepped into the room. "What's wrong?"
Her pretty mouth twisted into a frown. "Faith thinks Adam is cheating on her."
That son of a bitch! I hadn't liked him from the beginning. "What can I do?"
She padded across the room and leaned against me. I wrapped my arms around her, rocking her gently in my embrace.
"This is good," she mumbled against my chest.
"She deserves better than that jackass."
"She does." Her hands slid upward to link behind my neck. "It was hard knowing her marriage is falling apart while we're just starting."
I pulled her left hand down and kissed the ring set that sparkled on her finger. I was happy to see them back in place. Earlier, she’d decided to wear them on a necklace while she decided if and how she should break the news to her sisters and friends. "You're sure you don't have any regrets?"
She beamed. "None. I couldn't be happier. I didn't want to wait for some big ceremony."
"How dead is your dad going to kill me?"
Her lips pursed and twisted. "How good are you at building fallout shelters?"
I closed my eyes and groaned. "That dead, huh? Good thing my life insurance policy has been updated."
She laughed.
"Glad you think my imminent demise is so funny. Why did I let you talk me into eloping again?"
"As I recall, I didn't have to twist your arm very hard."
Eloping was never part of my plan. I still didn’t love the idea of wedding and all of the fuss. But I loved Grace and I knew I wanted to marry Grace, so I was determined she could have whatever kind of ceremony she wanted. Once I proposed anyway. I wanted it to be special.
When a friend called me out of the blue a couple of weeks ago, it gave me an idea. Alex and I had met on more than one occasion at some conferences and had hit it off. He was easy going and loyal, like Noah. Alex had recently been asked to collaborate on a restoration of an old theater near Savannah. He specialized more in houses, but he remembered I worked with commercial buildings and had a few questions. I suggested that I'd rather see it in person before offering further advice. I mentioned that I thought my girlfriend would love to see Savannah anyway, and in my mind, I started thinking of a romantic gesture for my proposal.
Hearing that, Alex decided to bring his wife, Kayla along as well. His parents didn’t live too far away in Charleston, so they could drop their children off and have a grown-up weekend. It worked out perfectly. Grace and Kayla immediately got along like old friends, and I had a feeling it wouldn't be the last trip in which we got together.
One evening before dinner out with Alex and Kayla, Grace came out of the bathroom, a vision in a red dress that made my cock swell. The smile she offered made my heart swell even more. I loved her more than I imagined was possible. As soon as I saw her, the words, "Will you marry me?" just blurted from my mouth.
So much for my romantic plan of a carriage ride around the old city that had overcome and survived hardship after hardship, but still remained beautiful—like Grace and me.
