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“Aisle, baby girl,” he reminded me. I whined. Hormones were definitely getting the better of me. That and those damn forearms.
And tattoos.
And the way his hair fell across his forehead.
Oh, and his eyes.
Hormones made me want to skip the whole wedding and just drag his sexy ass to bed. And to the kitchen. And the shower.
“There are bathrooms at the reception, right?” I asked. He cocked a brow, and I fluttered my lashes innocently at him.
“Fuck, I love you.” He grabbed my neck, using a firm hold to drag me close for a series of heated kisses. I moaned as he let go, backing away. “I’ll see you at the fucking altar.”
“Maybe say fuck less!” I called after him. He paused in the doorway with a smirk.
“Not a fucking chance,” Killian said and shut the door. I sank back against the vanity mirror, smiling stupidly. I wouldn’t have his handsome, foul-mouthed self any other way.
Chapter 137
Killian
The look on Mom’s face as I entered the church told me she knew exactly what I’d done with my wife. I offered the most innocent grin possible before hurrying down the aisle toward my brothers at the front of the church. At least she laughed.
This wedding looked different than our first one. Sure, it was technically a vow renewal, but I wanted to give her the wedding she’d wanted—one not influenced by her parents whatsoever. She picked everything from the flowers to the sparkle to the open-door policy with all of Cedar Harbor. Who the fuck knew who planned to show up? I sure as fuck didn’t, but that made it all the more fun.
I knew about as much to know the pack leaders were in town, Esther and Vera were enthusiastic about attending, and Lane and Beau were coming. I had yet to talk those two fuckers out of it.
The rest… well, the mystery was half the fun of it.
I just loved every fucking bit of the whole event because it screamed my wife. I could see where she’d put her heart into each decision. There were little memories tacked to everything—late nights on Pinterest, all-day trips to Olympia, phone calls during training at the mill so she could run ideas past me. All of it I fucking loved.
Despite the location, she wanted a non-denominational ceremony while she figured out her relationship with religion. She had passages and quotes stashed in a notebook that Parker had been thrilled to accept.
“How are we on schedule? Are we even on schedule?” I laughed as I joined Lucas, Sam, and Finn at the front of the church.
“Considering we wrote ‘Killian and Ginny hook up in the dressing room’ on the schedule and planned for it, we’re on schedule,” Sam retorted with a grin. Fucking shithead.
“You’re a dick,” I said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. We’d agreed to keep the wedding a little more laid back for everyone’s enjoyment—no uptight suits everywhere and uncomfortable dresses. As a result, Sam wore a white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and a black tie. The look showed off what was once our matching tattoos. Only Raven had gone to town to turn his into a watercolor masterpiece while adding in little variations to make it more him. From what I’d heard, there was a fuck ton of apologizing for the entire goddamn session. “Where’s Roan?”
“We gave him a list of shit to do from the bride,” Lucas replied, damn near giggling.
“It’s the stupidest shit too,” Finn chimed in.
“You furry fucks,” I groaned. Couldn’t stop the fucking smile on my face though. The first time around, Nolan had been my best man. This time, I wanted Roan standing up there with me, considering he’d seen me through some of my darker shit in the last few years.
“If it helps, Axel added like four things to the list,” Sam told me. “And then Cade took the list, walked outside for ten minutes, and came back with a whole new list like Ginny changed her mind.”
From his spot in the front pew next to Raven, Cade laughed.
“I regret nothing,” Cade called out while I shook my head.
“Declan added a chicken run to Henry’s house on the list,” Lucas said.
“Why the fuck would you do that?” I demanded as I caught sight of my brother pacing along the side aisle. He wandered closer with a shit-eating grin on his face and his phone pressed to his ear.
“Would it be a Cedar Harbor wedding if there wasn’t a chicken involved somehow,” Declan replied quietly. “Isn’t that right, Killian?”
“Damn it,” I growled. Whirling on my heel, I faced the altar and made the sign of the cross. “God bless Mrs. Cheep.”
