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“Hi, Waverly!” Lily screamed and waved from her spot at the altar next to Boxer.
Waverly waved back.
The Old Ladies took their seats next to their men.
Before Allison could even sit down, Torque was handing baby Tank to her. “He’s hungry,” Torque said.
“I don’t want to miss the ceremony,” Allison said, but Tank was beginning to fuss.
“Just stick a nipple in his mouth,” Darcy suggested. “It shuts up men of all ages.”
“The woman is not wrong,” Gray added.
“I don’t have a shawl,” Allison said. “I’d prefer not to flash anyone while they’re saying their vows.”
“I have an idea. Hold on,” I said, quickly getting up and going to where Brielle and Jazz were sitting.
“Hey, girl,” Jazz greeted. “Stellar dress.”
“Thanks. Did you guys get tablecloths and linens for the wedding?”
“Yeah.” Brielle nodded. “Why?”
“Is there an extra one, by chance?”
“There’s a few.” Brielle got up and I followed her into the house. She opened Brooklyn’s pantry, stepped inside, and came back out holding a white tablecloth. “Why do you need it?”
“Not for me. For Allison. I’ll explain later. Thanks!”
I rushed out of the house and headed to Allison and handed her the linen.
“Ah, genius.” Allison smiled and took it. “Thanks!”
With the movements of a pro, she had the tablecloth across her body and was undoing her outfit to free a breast and begin feeding baby Tank.
The jazz pianist played a few notes and everyone fell silent. Heads turned to watch the bride come down the aisle.
I was surprised that Rachel came first, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Who’s that?” Waverly whispered.
“Rachel,” Duke answered for me. “She’s an Old Lady.”
“Whose Old Lady?” Waverly asked.
I placed a finger to my lips and she fell silent.
Brooklyn followed Rachel. As she walked, she kept her eyes on Slash, who tracked her every move.
Waverly’s gasp pulled my attention from the couple so obviously in love it hurt to look at them—and they weren’t even the bride and groom.
Doc stood at the back of the aisle, a satisfied smirk on her lips. I quickly looked at Boxer, wanting to gauge his reaction. He looked dumbstruck and then a slow grin pulled across his face.
“That’s the best wedding dress I’ve ever seen,” Waverly said.
Instead of traditional white, Doc wore red. It was a strapless sweetheart neckline and the full skirt was calf-length. It was a mix of modern and vintage and the color emphasized her strawberries and cream complexion, making her skin seem to glow.
The trio began to play a slow jazz number, and Doc all but glided toward Boxer. When she came to a stop in front of him, he took her hand and brought it to his lips.
