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“Let’s get out of here,” I murmur into Angie’s ear. She grins up at me, sliding her hand up my back.
“I second that.”
Damn straight. Taking her hand, I lead her off the dance floor in the direction of the door. Of course, when it’s your own wedding, it’s not as simple as slipping away. We have to do the rounds, farewelling everyone and thanking them for coming.
We get to the boys last, and they all kiss Angie’s cheek.
“Too eager to run away with your wife, Timmy,” Ryan crows, elbowing me as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. Well, yeah. You’re damn right I want to get under this gorgeous lace dress.
“We all know where you’re going,” David adds, as Ryan slings his arm around my brother’s shoulders. The twins grin, adding their digs. I flip them off. Fuck ‘em. They have no idea what they’re missing out on.
I grin down at my stunning wife as she accepts Beau’s kiss, pressed to her cheek. The last of the boys. Beau hugs me tightly and we’re finally allowed to leave. And not a moment too soon. I have plans, and they’re finally going to come to fruition.
Tangling my fingers with Angie’s, I lead her away from the grand ballroom and along the corridor. The hallway is deserted as we come to the elevator bank. I hit the “up” button, pressing her against the wall, pinning her there with my hips while we wait. Tilting her face up to mine, I lower my head and kiss her gently, sweetly, until she sighs. Hell, I might as well ask for old times’ sake.
“Angie,” I murmur, lifting my head slightly. “Can I come to your room tonight?”
Angie giggles, running her hands up my sides until they come to rest on my chest, and she smiles serenely up at me, her eyes darkening with desire.
“Tim, the answer to that question is always going to be a yes.”
I can’t wait for the rest of my life. From where I’m standing, it’s looking pretty great.
Epilogue
Bill
My eyes follow Timothy and Angie as they leave the hotel ballroom after their splendid wedding. I hide my smirk as I take a long sip of my whiskey, nodding to an acquaintance as they pass by my table. I even got to dance the “father daughter” dance with Angie. And when I walked her down the aisle, I thought my heart would burst with pride.
Across the ballroom, standing in a group sans jacket, drinking whiskey, and laughing, are my other four nephews. David, Maxwell, Beaumont, and Ryan. I watch them for a beat. All of them came stag to the wedding, thank God. I hope they learned something of a lesson after those disastrous dates they brought with them to England.
Perhaps not, though, I muse as Ryan eyes one of the servers, who blushes and smirks back at him. My new PA, Cathy, who helped Angie plan this wonderful day, crosses to me, seating herself beside me and leaning close.
“Ms. Kasan’s flight will arrive in New York the day after tomorrow,” she informs me in a low voice. “Should I set her up at the Westmarque Hotel on the Upper East Side for the week, or is the plan going ahead?”
Pursing my lips, I turn my gaze back across the room to my nephews, focusing in particular on David, Timothy’s younger brother, who is laughing, one hand shoved in the pocket of his trousers, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a tumbler of whiskey halfway to his lips as he jokes with Ryan.
“There is no need to organize further accommodation for Ms. Kasan. I think it’s high time we travel to New York. I haven’t inspected the offices ofHaven Propertyfor a while now. Inform David that he can accompany me on my jet back there this week.”
“Yes, sir.” Cathy taps out an email on her phone and stands, moving across the room to inform David.
After she speaks with him, he raises his tumbler in my direction and nods, to let me know he received my message. Nodding back, I dig into my pocket and pull out my phone, bringing up Anica Kasan’s employment record, which is exemplary.
Studying her photograph, I picture the young woman who didn’t even last twenty-four hours in Kent. David might have a type, but Anica Kasan will be much better for him. Smirking, I tuck my phone away, draining my whiskey tumbler as Arthur, proud father of the groom, drops into the chair beside me.
“I doubted your plan initially, big brother,” he drawls, signaling to the server that we’d like two more drinks, “but I have to admit that Tim and Angie seem like a perfect fit.”
“And so they are.” I accept the whiskey from the server. “I’ll be accompanying David back to New York.”
His father squints at me and sighs resignedly. “What’s her name?”
“Anica Kasan.”
“Well, anyone you pick for him has to be better than the women he’s run through in the past,” Arthur sighs as I nod in agreement. Isn’t that the God’s honest truth. We clink tumblers, watching his second son laugh with his cousins.
Timothy and Angie looked happy today. I think I’m a pretty good matchmaker.
The End.
