“Just don’t do too much damage,” I grinned. “Remember, we’re all celebrating later.”
“Of course. Who’s hosting again?”
“Me, this time around,” I replied. “It was supposed to be Bryce’s turn, but his room doesn’t have a fireplace.”
“Ah.”
“And when it snows like this?” I pointed upward. “Nothing beats being taken by the three of you in front of a nice, roaring fire.”
We kissed deeply, in the forgotten corner of the lobby. We could’ve been two strangers, or two random lovers enjoying a moment. But the four of us were far, far more than that.
“Let me go endure a few of Roderick’s speech changes,” I said eventually. “Shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes. While I’m doing that—”
“I’ll bring the plow around,” Camden grinned.
I practically skipped my way back to the front desk. I had three beautiful self-employed fiancés. A gorgeous historic manorhouse-turned-venue, upon which the four of us would build even further success. Tonight would go swimmingly, of course. The dinner party would be amazing, as would Roderick’s speech. On the tour, he and Bryce would lead our guests on a spectacular journey back in time. As for me, Camden and I would be, well, plowing something. And afterward…
Afterward the four of us would celebrate in our own unique style, in the world of pillows and blankets scattered across the floor of my bedroom. Along with champagne, massage oil, and a roaring fire.
MMMMmmmm…
Life was definitely good. Much, much better than at my ‘lakeside’ villa. I’d made a hell of a lot of smart moves since then, thankfully. And I had very little regrets.
“You ready?” I smiled, kissing Roderick on the cheek as he fumbled through the sheets of his prepared speech.
“Err… I—I guess.”
“You’re going to slay them, baby,” I cooed into his ear. From the corner of my eye, I could already see the headlamps of the big plow pulling up near the manor’s huge front windows.
“You really think so?”
“Trust me,” I winked.
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Chapter One
ADDISON
“No, the highlight of the evening wasn’t when your uncle forgot your name,” Saxon laughed. “It was when he finished his speech… then turned around and walked straight through the double doors into the restaurant’s kitchen!”
Damon snorted so hard he almost spit out his beer. Somehow, my husband-to-be kept it in.
“I’m pretty sure he was trying to find the bathroom,” I giggled, settling back into my seat.
“Yeah, but he was gone for three or four minutes!” Saxon was laughing so hard now he could barely keep himself upright. “Shit, I thought he was gonna come back out with a tray of wings!”
His last statement had the three of us bawling — literally crying our eyes out with laughter. Damon reached out and clapped his friend hard on the back. The two of them were so off balance they almost fell over.
“I forgot how much I miss you, man.”
“You’d miss me a lot less if you came out to visit,” Saxon countered quickly. “And you really have no excuse. It’s not like Vegas is boring or anything. Plus Addy deserves a vacation just for putting up with you.”
Damon shoved his friend playfully, and this time he did tip over. Our best man rolled sideways and returned to a sitting position again — all without spilling his beer.
“So it was a good rehearsal dinner then?” I asked eventually.
“The best!”
Saxon raised his bottle, his sapphire blue eyes still shining with tears of laughter. His ear-to-ear grin was warm and genuine. As beautiful as he was.
“Here’s to the bride and groom,” he toasted, and the three of us clinked our bottles together. He looked back at the two of us and shook his head somberly. “God. I just can’t believe it.”
“What?” asked Damon. “That your best friend is finally getting married?”
“No, that you managed to land a girl this beautiful.”
Saxon grinned and raised his bottle my way. Smirking broadly, I toasted him back.
“Anyway, tomorrow’s going to be fantastic,” said Saxon. “Especially if your uncle ends up stumbling into the ladies room, or something equally amazing.”
“If he goes into the kitchen tomorrow I hope they put him to work,” said Damon. “Scrubbing pots and pans, or—”
“Any word from Finn?”
Damon’s sentence died in his throat. Very slowly, he shook his head. “No, no yet.”
“Yeah, well that’s Finn for you.”
Finnegan was our other best man. Or rather, he was supposed to have been. As it was, we hadn’t heard from him in about two weeks. The last we knew he was still somewhere on the other side of the ocean.
“He still doing that logging gig somewhere in Germany?” asked Saxon.
“Nah, he was on a fishing trawler last time I talked to him.”
I shook my head. “No, that job was seasonal. Last postcard we got, he was backpacking through Spain.”
I pointed to the wall, where more than a dozen colorful postcards were pinned to the cheap wood paneling of our apartment. Finn wasn’t always the best at keeping in touch, and never had the same phone number for more than a few months. But he still sent postcards, which I always found funny.
“Yeah, well… it’s not going to be the same without him,” said Damon glumly.
Saxon reached out and punched him softly in the shoulder. “Are you kidding? This wedding is gonna rock, man. Finn or no Finn. Besides… you’ve already got the greatest best man on the whole planet. Me.”
He splayed his fingers and pressed them against his broad chest, where his shirt was unbuttoned down to his navel. My eyes couldn’t help but crawl their way over his incredible pecs and abs. Each individual muscle was
