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I chuckled. “So was I. But I’ve sworn on my life that I’d train every day and not indulge in alcohol and nutrition-less food.”
Uncle Pesh laughed loudly at that. “Good luck with that. Has he met your mom?”
“Yes … but he hasn’t had her cooking.” Mom’s love language was feeding her family, and it was something she did very, very well. “I’ll try my best.”
“Of course you will.”
Glancing around the room, I saw some of Pesh’s relatives as well as my cousins who were in the wedding party. After another round of handshakes and hugs, I felt a hand on my back.
When I threw a look over my shoulder, Uncle Pesh was smiling at me. “Time to get you ready.” He then guided me through the remaining crowd into the bedroom.
Surprisingly, I found Mason alone with whom I assumed was the tailor putting the final touches on his outfit. Before I could say hello, the shrill ring of a phone interrupted me.
Holding up his phone, Pesh eyed the caller ID. “It’s your mother,” he said to Mason.
Mason grunted. “Let me guess. She’s calling once again to tell us how late we are.”
With a grimace, Pesh replied, “I would imagine as much.”
“Go ahead and take it. I can get Noah into his pajama kurta.”
Nodding, Pesh answered the call. “Yes, my love, I’m very aware we are running late…” His voice then trailed off as he exited the bedroom.
“Looks good, Vishnu,” Mason said to the tailor.
“Let me know if you need anything else.”
After Vishnu left the bedroom, I finally found myself alone with Mason. With our blond hair and blue eyes, we could pass for brothers. Even though he was fourteen months older, I had a few inches on him. He felt just as much my brother as Liam did. We’d grown up that close. There was hardly a memory I had from my childhood that didn’t involve him.
Sweeping my hands out in front of me, I quipped, “There he is—the man of the hour.”
“Says the returning Olympic hero,” he replied with a grin.
“The team won, and I’m merely part of that team. It wasn’t like I got a medal of my own.”
Mason shook his head. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be humble.”
“Har, fucking har,” I replied to which Mason laughed.
“Come on. Let’s get you ready, Golden Boy,” he mused.
As he went over to the closet, I jerked my shirt over my head. Reaching for the waistband of my pants, I asked, “So, you’re really doing this?”
He rolled his eyes as he returned with the garment bag. “Yes, I am.”
“You’re not answering under duress, are you?" Grabbing him by the shoulders, I peered into his blue eyes. "Like, blink once if you need help.”
After playfully shoving me, Mason grunted, “Bastard.”
“I’m serious.”
“Yeah, I know, which is what makes you a bastard.” After handing me my shirt, he cocked his head and countered, "What could you possibly not like about Laurel?"
I slid the shirt over my head. "Nothing, man. She's a real sweetheart, not to mention she's gorgeous as hell. She's a total catch, and for reasons I can’t understand, she's chosen you."
"Thanks…I think,” he replied as he handed me my pants.
"I’m serious, man. You couldn't have picked a better girl to get entangled with."
