Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
She looked stupid pretty in a deep red gothic-style gown that really brought out her pretty skin and the red highlights in her strawberry blonde hair.
“Well, to be fair, this has been in the works for like a year now. If I’m going to do this, though, it had to be during Halloween.”
I mean, who didn’t want a Halloween wedding?
Beach weddings had been done a bajillion times over. But a spooky wedding shoot amongst red, yellow, and orange foliage in a pumpkin patch, maybe with a hidden serial killer hiding in the shadows? Now that was original.
Sure, it meant I had to have a damn destination wedding. Albeit just to New England. But I didn’t care. This was what I wanted. And Cato was happy to oblige me.
I loved the man, but he didn’t know a damn thing about themes and decor. So he was glad to leave it up to me to throw together. With a helping hand from Josie, who seemed to live for this shit. And, unexpectedly, Teddy. Who knew more about New England than the rest of us, and was all-too happy to have us all flown up privately, and stay in his family estate.
Yes, he used those words.
Family estate.
If that wasn’t the most old-money shit you’d ever heard.
It was an estate, too.
Thirty-something acres. And it was all fenced. Wrought iron fencing. The expensive shit.
I mean, I made good money.
I didn’t make thirty acres of wrought iron fencing money. And that wasn’t even counting the enormous gates that opened with a little buzzer.
It had twelve bedrooms. Fifteen bathrooms. A conservatory, a steam room, theatre, tennis courts, an indoor and an outdoor pool, and a pool house that had two bedrooms, its own kitchen, and the biggest soaking tub I’d ever seen.
Josie and I were currently situated in the guest house where Cato and I were staying. Everyone else was crashing in the big house.
We hadn’t all come.
Huck hadn’t been comfortable leaving just the new prospects at the club with all of us so far away. Besides, he and Che had a ton of kids between them, so they’d decided to hang back. Remy and his girl had as well, on account of all their animals, and the club animals. They also offered to cat-sit for us. And McCoy, because he was so dedicated to the club, decided to stay home as well.
But we had a lot of the crew with us.
Seeley, Ama, and Levee, of course.
Eddie, that went without saying.
Coast had come, but Velle and York had decided to stay back.
Donovan, his wife, and his wife’s sister had tagged along for the fun. So had Alaric.
And, of course, I had Josie.
Who was still oddly concerned about my black gown, even though I’d been clear from the beginning I wasn’t going to do a white one.
“Who would believe that I’m virginal?” I asked, shaking my head.
It was going to be a long-ass day.
The wedding was being held outdoors on some amazing part of the grounds that Teddy had picked out.
Then we were going to do photos here, then at a pumpkin patch and apple orchard while the caterers and such set up.
Then it was eating and drinking and partying the night away.
And hopefully, if we weren’t too exhausted or wasted, consummating our marriage in the swanky guest house.
We were staying an extra two days before all heading back home. Just in time for Halloween.
I’d tried to talk Cato into a Beetlejuice and Lydia theme, but he wasn’t feeling all the makeup. That also meant Joker and Harley were out too. Jack and Sally were also a no-go. For now. I was going to ease him into those more advanced couples costumes.
He was going to be a serial killer. And I was the slutty cheerleader who had to be killed because she wasn’t good and virginal like the final girl. Very specific of us, but it would do.
The clubhouse was practically a tourist attraction now. Something I knew Huck wasn’t a huge fan of.
Which was why I was going to need to sit Cato down for a serious conversation about more storage for Halloween supplies at our house, so I could go crazy with decorations each year.
I’d been going crazy decorating for ages.
Josie called it “nesting.”
But that sounded too much like something you did when you were about to have a little baby in said nest. And I wasn’t. We weren’t. I was still popping my little Pill every morning.
Though, yeah, we had both been open to the idea of a kid.
Kid.
Singular.
Neither of us wanted a whole football team of them like some of the other guys were going for.
“You look amazing,” Josie decided when I finished with my lipstick and got to my feet.
“So do you,” I said, looking at us both reflected in the mirror.
She and Ama were my bridesmaids.