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“Do you know her name?”
The brunette adjusted her glasses daintily on her nose as Hank replied. “Last name is Benedict. She’s related somehow to Grandma Kate.”
Benedict? He turned to Hank, then glanced at her again, then back to his friend. “Veronica Benedict?”
Hank looked his way and nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I think so. You know her?”
“I’ll be damned. Yeah, from way back. She grew up.” Holy hell, did she grow up.
Travis noticed that Hank’s gaze was now riveted on her. “Pretty, too. Hmm.”
“What did she want to talk to you about?”
Hank leaned close and whispered, “Dominance and submission.”
Right then she looked up, as though she’d somehow overheard them, which was impossible, and made eye contact with Travis. Her pale lips parted in surprise and then a beautiful flush filled her cheeks, restoring her color somewhat. Seeing that change in her gave Travis an inordinate feeling of accomplishment. It had tightened his gut to see her looking so uncomfortable earlier.
Grace whispered something to Veronica as she smiled and gestured to Hank. Travis’s cock tingled as he watched her react to whatever Grace said and her eyes swung back and forth between Hank and Travis. She bit her lip as though her nervousness had returned and then she tilted her head, staring at Travis with questions in her eyes.
Her eyes were the color of cinnamon, complementing her dark hair, was actually a rich shade of auburn when the sun came out from behind a cloud. The strands glistened as though they’d caught fire.
Risking a chance that Hank and the rest of the people around him would think he was crazy, he joined his hands together and imitated a bird in flight. The smile on her face damn near blinded him.
“Well, now, Fishcop, that was an interesting exchange. You know each other?”
Travis nodded and was about to speak when the tempo of the music slowed and then swelled in volume slightly, giving a nonverbal signal of the bridal party’s approach.
Someone shushed him as he tried to ask Hank how this wedding ceremony was supposed to work with all three guys up there, so he contented himself with watching. Carrying a bouquet of red roses, Maizy’s older sister Rhonda made her way forward, followed by a little blond-headed boy of about six who must have been a member of the family, bearing the wedding rings.
Travis stifled laughter when he noticed little Rose Marie reclining in Grandma Kate’s lap, looking bored until the little boy passed by. She promptly sat up and stuck her tongue out at him. Grace admonished her daughter but Travis saw it when the little boy made a funny face at Rose Marie and then winked at her. She rolled her eyes, unimpressed.
“See what I mean?” Hank asked as he chuckled.
A gorgeous brunette amazon that Travis was damned sure he would’ve remembered if he’d ever met her followed along behind them at an unhurried pace. The bridal party lined up on one side of the minister, balanced by the three men to the officiant’s left.
I see. This way, the two grooms standing next to the tallest of the three will blend in for those guests that maybe don’t understand the true nature of their relationship. He imagined that must be uncomfortable for the other two guys but he couldn’t tell because their attention was riveted on a point in the distance.
Murmurs filtered through the crowd and Travis caught his first glimpse in years of little Maizy Owen, all grown up. Her eyes glowed with happiness as she was escorted through the throng.
He glanced over at Veronica to check on her and was relieved to note that her previously pale color and nervousness seemed to have settled. He wondered what had inspired her earlier anxiety. Maybe he’d have a chance after the wedding to ask her before Hank got her all to himself. Her eyes found his in the crowd and she blushed again before focusing on the bride approaching on her father’s arm.
Maizy looked stunning in her antique lace wedding gown and veil. Her father smiled and patted her hand as he helped her along the path which was slightly uneven in places. Travis knew the exact moment she caught sight of her bears because jubilance shone in her eyes and she looked as though she wanted to run to them.
Judging by the smiles on her men’s faces, it was true what Hank had said the previous weekend. She had them wrapped around her fingers and they looked like they were okay with that.
