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The guy could be president one day.
Amelia as first lady. Jesus. What a thought. Not that she wouldn’t make a beautiful first lady—Amelia was stunning, even as her cousin, he saw that—but Blake didn’t want to think about her decorating the White House.
As an artist, she was...stylish but edgy.
Cameras had been clicking like crazy around them.
“Yeah, I think Logan and Aidan will know in about two minutes. Good luck with that.” Blake smiled at her. “Anyway, congratulations. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”
“Come and visit,” Amelia said, hugging him goodbye.
Now she was settled in Washington and dealing with all the media that came with being the bride-to-be of the infamous bachelor senator.
Blake slid his hand into the pocket of his three-thousand-dollar pants as Jacob handed him a glass of whisky.
“God, this better not be a drag,” Jacob said.
Out of the corner of his eye, Blake saw Logan and Emma arrive. Like him, Logan wore a black tux, while his new bride wore a long taupe gown.
Jacob kissed Emma’s cheek and exchanged back slaps and handshakes with Logan.
Blake did the same.
“Thanks for coming,” Logan said, glancing around. “These things are so boring. I’m hoping you two will entertain me.”
“Oh, thanks,” Emma said, shooting her husband a look.
“Baby, we’d get kicked out if I enjoyed myself the way I want to with you.” Logan attempted to redeem himself.
And failed.
“I’m not just a vagina.” She pouted.
Jesus Christ.
Logan raised his brows at his wife, then glanced over at Blake and Jacob, who were choking on their drinks. “Don’t marry a spicy romance author. They have no filter.”
Blake chuckled. “Noted.”
“Not true. I can say it with no filter this time if you really want?” Emma smirked.
“Noooo.” They all shook their heads as she giggled.
Blake was familiar enough with book porn, as the industry called some of the steamier romances, because of InkWell. Yes, he’d peeked.
And yes, he’d liked.
But despite his business, he wasn’t a huge fiction reader.
A server slowed, handing the two new arrivals a glass of champagne, then they stood sipping their drinks and checking out who was in the crowd.
“So what sort of trouble can we get into?” Jacob asked.
“You mean who can you take home?” Logan laughed.
“On that note.” Jacob winked his way. “I wonder if Vanessa and Amy Travers will be here?”
“Twins? Again?” Emma sipped her drink, watching his brother.
