Sarah felt teary-eyed again. “They all helped?” The love inherent in that act overwhelmed her.
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not.”
Smile returning, Abe said, “I’ll message the guys now, tell them to haul ass to Vegas. You call Lola—she can hitch a ride with David and Thea.” He glanced at his watch. “Let’s aim for a midnight wedding.”
“Okay.” It came out breathy.
It only took them ten minutes to get the word out.
That was when it hit Sarah. “What am I going to wear?” It was too hot and she was too pregnant to traipse around rush-shopping, but her heart gave a regretful twinge at the idea of marrying the love of her life in a dress designed more for comfort than style.
Sarah shook off the regret. She was about to marry Abe. Nothing else mattered. “Let me see what you pa—”
“Hush.” Taking her by the shoulders before she got to the suitcases, Abe nudged her into an elegantly upholstered armchair. “I told you I’ve got this figured out.”
He made a quick call.
Someone knocked on the door less than five minutes later. Going over to open it, Abe invited in people pushing two racks of the most stunning clothing. A couple more followed with a table on which were piled clutches, purses, fascinators, and other accessories.
A curvy older woman oversaw it all.
“Oh my God.” Sarah’s hands rose to her mouth again. “I get to choose from all this?”
“Sweetheart, you can have every single thing if you want.”
Blinking back the tears, Sarah jumped up—or as close as she could come to a jump—and threw her arms around Abe. “Thank you,” she whispered.
For giving her romance. For caring enough to set all this up.
He’d written her a song.
She almost started crying again at the memory of how he’d sung to her.
“Always, Sarah,” Abe murmured against her ear. “Always.”
He told most of the staff to leave in the next couple of minutes, but the two who remained behind—the curvy woman and a male with the solid look of a boxer—were kind and knowledgeable, and they’d brought clothing suitable for a woman who was Sarah’s height and pregnant.
Having found her center again in his arms, Sarah said, “Shoo,” to Abe. “I don’t want you to see my dress before the wedding.”
“I’ll be downstairs. Call if you need me.”
She knew he’d answer.
The man she was about to marry kept his promises.
ABE’S MOTHER THREATENED TO CLIP HIM around the ear when she arrived in Vegas, but she was laughing as she did so, her delight open. “That man just turned up at my bridge game.” She poked him in the stomach. “If you hadn’t called ahead and if I didn’t know him as your driver, I’d have slammed the door in his face.”
“That’s why I sent someone you knew.” Abe lifted her off her feet with his hug. “I got you a room so you can rest a little.”
“Forget that. I’m ready.” His mother adjusted her jaunty yellow hat. It went with her stylish skirt suit. “Where’s Sarah?”
Abe gave her the suite number, watched her go up to join Sarah, Lola, and the other women. Around him, his friends were in the charcoal-gray suits they’d worn to Fox’s wedding, while Abe wore a slightly darker suit Sarah had chosen for him the last time they’d gone shopping. Dark gray shirt inside but no tie, because she liked him without a tie.
Not wanting Sarah to guess what he was up to, he hadn’t brought the suit with him. David had picked it up, brought it over. Abe had changed in the room he’d booked for the drummer and Thea, and now he, Fox, David, and Noah stood at the bar just off the check-in area. “Thanks for coming,” he said to his friends.
“Don’t make us hurt you,” Noah said without heat, then slapped Abe on the back. “This is awesome. No fucking reporters, just family and friends.”
Abe looked at Fox. “You and Molly have trouble shaking them off?” The other couple, Noah, and David were the ones who’d distracted the media so Abe and Sarah could make their getaway, with Thea playing informant and feeding certain pieces of information to the right sources.
Kit and Lola had been backup.
Now, Fox groaned. “Christ, it was like trying to shake off an army of rabid rats.” Running a hand through the chocolate-dark strands of his hair, he said, “I finally had to park my SUV in a mall parking lot and duck inside with Molly, come out a side exit and get into Kit’s car. Lola managed to pick up Noah and David in an underground parking garage—the media doesn’t know her car, so it was easy for her to drive out.”