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Whitt gestured away. “I’m going to grab Harley and sit down. We’ll save you a seat.”
West waved him off. “Is Annie ready for this?”
“She’s a little nervous, but yeah, I think she’s more than ready.”
“Good.”
I reached up and took his tie in my hands. “Your tie is crooked.”
West glanced down at himself. “I don’t wear them often.”
“I remember,” I told him, looking up at him under my thick lashes.
The memory of him forgoing a tie in a button-up when we’d gone out came with the added reminder of his finger strumming my clit. The way he’d gotten me off that night. My cheeks flushed slightly as that hit me all at once.
Then, I pushed down the embarrassment and went back to fixing his tie. “There. That’s better.”
“Thanks,” he said, clearing his throat.
“Of course.” I forced myself to smile and get the words out. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?” he asked softly.
“I know your life is crazy right now, but it’s good to have you back in Lubbock. I’m sure you’re going to be gone again soon.”
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
I’d always known West was going back to LA. It was something I’d purposely not thought of.
“Maybe?”
“I mean, I don’t know. LA was different this time. But yeah, it’s part of the job.”
“What happened that has you so uncertain?”
“Just a feeling I got. Let’s talk about it later.”
“Okay. Well, I’m glad you’re home. The house is empty without you.”
Which was true, but oh the implications.
His eyes widened slightly, and then he looked away. Off toward where Campbell and Hollin were seated with Blaire and Piper. Then back to me. He looked conflicted. “Well, at least someone missed me here.”
The music changed to announce the start of the wedding.
“I’m going to take a seat. I’ll see you later, Snickers.”
My pulse quickened. Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted this.
“Nora,” Tessi said.
It was time.
Weston Wright would have to wait until after.
I hurried back to Tessi and into the bridal suite. “Showtime.”
Annie grinned from ear to ear. “Let’s do this.”
I arranged everyone into position. Both girls were in matching navy-blue dresses with bouquets of white roses, festooned with eucalyptus leaves. Annie’s father waited for her at his designated spot.
Tears came to his eyes when he saw his baby girl, and he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You look beautiful, darling.”
“Thanks, Dad,” she said, fighting back tears.
Then, Peyton appeared, holding Aly’s hand. “Your flower girl is here.”
Annie’s seven-year-old niece, Aly, twirled in her white dress with a navy-blue sash around her waist and a basket of rose petals in her hand. “I’m here, Aunt Annie.”
“Oh, you look gorgeous, Aly.”
Aly did another perfectly executed twirl, like the little ballerina she was. “Thank you. Miss Peyton helped do my hair.”
“I love it,” Annie said, admiring the twin braids that snaked into a crown atop her head.
Peyton squeezed Annie tight. “I love you. So glad to be your sister on this day.”
“My sister always,” Annie said.
