Billionaire Untamed - Tate(61)

Christ…she was adorable. Lara was his heart, and she was going to be his.

If she would just get here!

Rationally, he didn’t think that she was going anywhere. She did love him. He knew she did, but he wasn’t going to be happy until they had said their vows.

He looked at Travis and wanted to punch his friend’s smirking expression.

“You’ll get over this irrational fear eventually.” Travis sounded amused. “In time, you’ll only start worrying about her ten times a day instead of twenty.”

“Are you at ten yet?” Tate asked hopefully.

“Nope. But I’m working on fifteen,” Travis answered sheepishly. “It’s not easy loving somebody that much, but it’s worth every minute of worry you’ll ever have. Trust me.”

“Are you worried now?” ’Cause honestly, Tate felt pretty terrified.

“No. Ally told me they might be a little late. When Lara found out that you were wearing a tux, she wanted to look nicer.”

“She looks beautiful in anything,” Tate replied emphatically.

“She’s a woman,” Travis answered, as if that explained everything.

“A female who can almost kick my ass,” Tate said proudly.

“Exactly the type of woman you need, Colter. You need somebody who won’t put up with too much of your bullshit.”

“She doesn’t. But I like that about her.” He paused before he added, “Most of the time.”

Travis laughed.

Tate looked at his friend, a man who had been so serious, so stressed and anal not so long ago. Now he looked relaxed…and content. “Are you really happy now, Trav?” Tate asked him seriously.

“More than I ever thought I would be, buddy. And you will be, too. Lara is a fantastic woman, and she’s perfect for you. She wants to meet Asha now so she can see if there’s anything she can do even before she goes back to school. She wants to help. Your woman has a good heart,” Travis told Tate sincerely.

Tate nodded. He knew the extent of her heart, and it was as big as the ocean. “I know. I just wish she’d stop hugging on you for saving her life.” One time Tate had tolerated okay, but it seemed as if Lara was always grateful to Travis every time she saw him. And he didn’t care whether Travis was his best friend; he still didn’t want to see his fiancée hug another man under the age of eighty.

Travis raised a questioning brow. “Possessive much? I remember not so long ago that you really enjoyed jerking my chain with Ally.”

Tate flinched, remembering how he’d flirted with Ally just to piss Travis off because he thought it was funny. He wasn’t laughing anymore. “I regret that now,” he grumbled.

Travis smirked. “Good. Then I’ll stop telling Lara how much I appreciate hugs of gratitude.”

Tate glared at Travis. “You didn’t.”

Travis shrugged. “I might have mentioned it.”

Bastard! Travis had intentionally made sure Lara threw herself into his arms in gratitude every time she saw him. “Do it again and I’ll make sure I hug Ally for a very long time every time I see her,” he warned Travis.

“I’ll stop,” Travis said hastily.

He’s still crazy about Ally.

Tate smiled because he knew Travis would love Ally until he took his last breath. As much as he loved to tease Travis, the guy deserved that kind of love and Tate couldn’t be happier for him. Especially since he was lucky enough to find the same kind of love himself.

Uneasy, Tate glanced at his watch again only to realize that it was only five minutes after noon.#p#分页标题#e#

Dammit!

Travis elbowed him in the side. “Take a breath, buddy. Your bride has arrived.”

Tate looked at the entrance eagerly, disappointed when he saw only Ally. But Travis’s wife looked ravishing in a very light lavender dress that floated around her calves. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head; little ringlets curled around her temples.

Tate watched as Travis moved down the aisle, kissed his wife, and whispered something into her ear that made Ally blush. He offered his arm. Ally took it and let Travis bring her to the front of the chapel.

Ally squeezed Tate’s arm as she passed and smiled at him as she took her place across from where Travis had stood a moment ago. Because Travis and Ally were their only witnesses, Trav was doing double duty. He was not only the best man, but he was also escorting the bride.

Travis walked back down the aisle and offered his arm again, and Tate’s breath expelled hard from his lungs as Lara stepped up to his side. He sucked in another breath, feeling as if he’d been sucker-punched as he got his first glimpse at Lara, beautiful in a white and lace dress with three-quarter length tight sleeves and a fitted bodice. She held a bouquet of red and pink roses, and her hair was up. She had a small circlet of silver on her head that had a small, old-fashioned veil down the back.