"I love you, Miss LeRoux."
"You won't get to call me that for long." I smiled.
"I know." His voice was gruff. "I can't wait for the day."
"Me either." And I couldn't. Yesterday, and even this morning the thought of marrying him in only two months set me into a panic. But not anymore. No, I wanted to marry Jace. I would marry him tomorrow if I could. I didn't care when it happened, but the sooner the better.
"Do we have a date in mind?" Karen asked with twinkling eyes. Oh, this woman knew her son well. I could see her eyes penetrating through him, waiting for the obvious answer. Of course Jace had a date in mind. He was the control freak of the century.
"I'm thinking the end of November."
"I'm assuming you mean this November?" Karen clarified for those who didn't know Jace well enough to know he was the most unreasonable, unrealistic man on the earth. I however, loved his unreasonableness.
"Yes." I said with a grin. "This November." I felt Jace stiffen in my arms and I knew it was because I sounded completely and blubberingly excited. But I was. "I can't wait to marry you." I looked up at Jace and he grinned down at me. It was the shit-grin. I loved that grin.
"You won't have to wait for long." He promised.
Trisha obviously had enough silence to last her a lifetime. "Well, since you're signing away your rights to this man in a little over two months, I suppose we should get started on the bachelorette party?"
I frowned. Hum…did I really want one? I mean…I highly doubted Jace would be okay with me traipsing through the nightclubs in a skimpy white dress with a mock veil on my head.
Jace's tone cut through the silence. "I was thinking you could go dress shopping, pick a cake, colors, flowers or anything else really." His eyes were hot on Trisha. He was mad and I was right. He wasn't okay with me gallivanting though New York, drinking up a storm.
Trisha stood. "This girl means the world to me. If she's getting married to your stern ass then she's doing it right."
"Oh. My. God." Jaylah's mouth dropped at Trisha's tone as she looked between the two of them, her face a mask of awe.
"Trisha, Olivia is not getting shitfaced drunk ever again. Do you understand?"
Seriously! He was bringing up the time he had to pick me up from the club? How humiliating. "Jace, that's wasn't normal. I was trying,"
Stern blue eyes cast down on me. "I don't care what you were doing. I care about what could have happened to you. You're not going out to a club without me."
"Fine," Trisha grinned. "You can come."
Jace sighed heavily. "We will discuss this later."
Caleb chuckled. "Oh, man." he straightened from his position on the arm of the couch. "And I never thought I'd see the day you were getting married to one woman…much less two." He pointed from me to Trisha. "You've got your hands full."
"I'm marrying one woman, Caleb." Jace said sternly. "The other one comes as luggage."
Trisha gasped and I lodged my elbow into Jace's stomach. That was rude. "You did not just say that!" Trisha said coldly. "You know this luggage can get real heavy and hard to deal with real fast."
I raised my hands. "Enough." I looked at Trisha. "You were the one who called Jace back into my life. You gave him the key to our apartment and made deals I knew nothing about with him. So don't go making threats." Her mouth dropped and I looked at Jace, who was grinning rather smugly. "And you," I poked his chest. "Stop harassing my best friend. As you said, she's the only family I've got."
His face darkened. "I'm your family."
"You are." I agreed tiredly. On a yawn, Karen clapped her hands.
"I think my newly engaged son and his fiancée are exhausted." She announced. "Let's be on our way."
I watched in awe as people shuffled toward the door. Caleb pulled Jace into a tight, brotherly hug. He looked so damned proud. I saw him lean in and say something that made Jace's eyes roll, but I didn't hear the words. I made a mental note to ask Jace later as John shoved his way between the two boys. He told him how proud he was of him and his choice but I lost the rest as Caleb waltzed over to me.
"Do I get a hug?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Maybe. How tight are you going to squeeze?"
Caleb laughed loudly. "Only as tight as you can handle."
I shook my head, grinning. "In that case." I stepped forward and he pulled me into a hg, dipping his head down to my ear.
"I believe I told you not even two days ago that you would soon become Mrs. Rush." He sounded mighty cocky.