Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I snicker as I lumber over to him. He sits up, long legs dangling over the side of the couch. He’s wearing jeans and a long-sleeve black shirt, and when he leans forward, I catch a whiff of him and nod in approval.
“Damn, you smell good, dude. What are you wearing?”
“I ran out of body wash so I’m using Grace’s,” he answers with a grin. “It’s fucking delicious, right?”
“Oh yeah. I can see why Garrett sneaks into your hotel rooms for all those secret man-on-man bone-zone sessions.”
“Jealous?” Garrett smirks.
Grinning, I get in position, popping the box open for the millionth time.
The diamond gleams in the light fixture above our heads, causing Logan to gawk at me. “Jesus, that thing is so shiny, it’s gonna burn a hole in my retina. It didn’t shine this bright when I was across the room.”
I nod smugly. “I know how to pick ’em.”
“That thing’s a monster. You sure Allie’s hand is even strong enough to support the weight of it?”
“Trust me, we’ve talked about engagement rings before. She likes ’em big.” I wink. “Big rings too.”
Garrett snorts. He wanders over and settles on his leather recliner. “Okay, seriously, dude. You gotta make this one good.”
I resist the urge to crack my knuckles the way I used to before a big game. All right. I got this.
“Allie,” I say to Logan. “I love you so much. You changed my entire life when you decided to bless me with your love. You make my world better.”
“Sexier,” Logan murmurs.
“Every time I’m with you, my heart feels like it’s going to explode.” I pause. “And so does my dick.”
From the corner of my eye, I see Garrett shake with laughter.
Logan, however, nods his approval. Our gazes are locked in disturbingly intimate eye contact.
“You’re the only one for me, baby.”
“More physical contact,” he urges.
I don’t know if he’s messing with me or not. I decide that he is, so I play along.
“You have no idea how stunning you are.” I lean forward, still holding the ring box in one hand. I place my other hand flat on his muscular thigh.
Logan narrows his eyes.
You wanted it, I think, battling a grin.
“Every time I look at you, I can’t even fathom that you’re mine. Your beauty is otherworldly. It makes me want to rip your clothes off. You make me so hard.” My hand skims up his chest toward his collarbone. I’m desperately trying not to laugh as I cup his stubble-covered cheek. “Baby. Will you marry me?”
There’s a brief silence.
Then Logan’s mouth falls open. He turns to Garrett, wide-eyed. Then back at me.
“Chills,” he breathes. “Genuine chills, man. Look.” He rolls up his shirt sleeve to show me his arm. “That’s the one.”
“That is not the one!” Garrett growls from the recliner. “Don’t you fucking say any of that or you’re going to lose the girl.”
I hop to my feet, because this entire exercise was completely useless. “I think we’re done here,” I announce. “You two are truly, and utterly, the worst.”
“Or are we the best?” Logan counters.
I roll my eyes. “I’m grabbing a beer, you want one?” I ask them.
When they nod, I pop into Garrett’s spacious kitchen and head for the stainless steel refrigerator.
“When are you going to do it?” Logan calls from the other room.
I stick my head in the fridge, searching. I grab three bottles. “I don’t know. I’m waiting for the perfect time,” I admit as I walk back to the living room. “I was thinking maybe at the wedding?”
Two pairs of eyes stare at me in disbelief.
“The wedding?” Garrett echoes. “Are you nuts? Tucker will rip your balls off.”
“You can’t ask someone to marry you at somebody else’s wedding,” Logan balks.
“But isn’t it romantic?” I ask blankly. Their response is baffling. “They’re swearing their undying love, I’m swearing my undying love. So much undying love in the air. What do you assholes have against undying love?”
“Dude, trust us,” Logan says. “You don’t want to do this.”
I still don’t see the big deal.
“All right. Chill. I’ll come up with something else.”
“You better.” Garrett shudders. “That’s almost as egregious as Logan wanting to give them Alexander as a wedding gift.”
I gape at Logan. “Are you insane? You can’t curse their wedding with that demon doll.”
“Oh, but you can ruin it by stealing their thunder?” he retorts.
“For fuck’s sake, I told you I’m not going to do it,” I grumble, sitting on the other end of the sectional.
As I take a long sip of beer, it suddenly occurs to me how monumental this weekend is.
“I can’t believe our boy’s getting married,” I say in amazement.
“I can.” Garrett grins. “I mean, he already has a kid.”
Good point. And not only does Tucker have a kid, but she’s turning three soon. The thought of my little niece Jamie melts my heart. Tuck and I might not be related by blood, but he’s family, and I love his daughter to pieces. Hell, these days I even love Sabrina, who I thought was an uptight bitch in college. But we squashed our beef a long time ago, and I can’t deny she’s been good for Tucker. And a great mom.