“But—”
“Marriage is a two-way street, Hunter. Sometimes things go your way, sometimes they go mine.”
“But—”
She placed a finger over his lips. “You want me to sign those papers?”
He nodded.
“Then it’s my turn to blackmail you. I’ll sign if you agree to stay. We can wait on all of the other parts, but leaving me alone in this house isn’t an option.”
He pushed away a strand of her hair. “OK, Gabi. Whatever you want.”
“And one more thing . . .”
“Yes?”
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Six and a half months later . . .
Picking a maid of honor was the easiest decision in Gabriella’s life.
Samantha patted Gabi’s back as she fastened the last pearl on her dress. “You’re all in.”
Gabi turned to the full-length mirror and gazed at her reflection. Pearls and lace . . . crystals and silk . . . the dress belonged on royalty.
Today Gabi felt royal.
“Hunter’s going to have a hell of a time getting this off.”
“He deserves it. Brat moved out the last two weeks. All the stress of a divorce and a wedding and he hasn’t put out once.”
Sam started to laugh and didn’t stop until her eyes started to well up.
A knock on the door preceded a parade of maternity wear. Gwen and Karen were on borrowed time. The Harrison pack flew in with a private physician and a nurse. There was no telling if either of them would make it through the ceremony without going into labor. Meg was just as big, but a week away from her due date. Judy held last place with a month and a half to go. Being closer to Sam than Eliza, Sam was the easy choice of attendant to officially witness her vows to Hunter.
Gabi’s mother pushed into the room, patting bellies as she went. She paused when she saw Gabi in front of the mirror. “You’re the most beautiful bride,” she said in Italian. “Your father would be so proud.”
Gabi kissed her mother’s cheeks. “Thanks, Mama.”
“Let’s not wait long. That husband of yours . . .” Simona stopped herself with a shake of her head. “That fiancé of yours is already pacing.”
Gabi listened to her mother leave the room muttering about crazy daughters, divorces, and weddings.
“OK, ladies . . . do we have everything?” Sam asked.
Karen raised her hand, presented a tiny box. “Something old.”
Gabi let out a long sigh. “Oh, you didn’t have to.”
“I didn’t. It was your mom. She said she wore it when she married your father and wanted your marriage to be as happy as hers.”
The box held a delicate comb to place in her hair. Sam kicked off her four-inch heels, stepped on top of a chair, and attached the clip.
Eliza handed the next box. “Something new . . . and before you ask, I didn’t. It’s from Hunter. He insisted, and everyone here is too damn tired to shop.”
That had the women laughing and holding their bellies. The diamond tennis bracelet captured her breath.
“Well played, Hunter,” she heard Meg say under her breath.
Judy handed the next gift. “Something borrowed. They’re from me. I wore them on my second wedding day to Rick.” The pearl drop earrings were perfect.
“This is why you said no jewelry with the dress,” Gabi said to Sam.
“I’m sneaky that way.”
“Something blue,” Meg said. “For the record, I wanted to give you an early pregnancy test . . . blue for yes, pink for no . . . but I was vetoed.”
“I’m not pregnant,” Gabi said with a laugh.
“The day is young,” Eliza pointed out.
The blue garter was perfect. Sam did the ceremonial placement while Gwen approached last.
“I always give the sixpence for the shoe.”
A what?
Gwen dismissed her pending question with a look. “It’s a British thing, just go with it.”
Gabi placed the tiny coin in the bottom of her shoe with a giggle.
Music started to play outside and the women waddled toward the door.
Sam handed Gabi her bouquet and pulled a strand of hair from her perfectly messy bun. The kind of hairstyle Hunter couldn’t resist.
Gabi looked through the open door to find her brother staring with an open mouth.
“I’ll see you out there.” Sam kissed her cheeks and left the two of them alone.
“My God, tesoro . . . Hunter is a lucky man.”
She took her brother’s hands in hers as he kissed her cheek. “This is what you want, Gabi? You’re not married . . . you can walk away now and—”
She placed a finger over her brother’s lips before resting her hand on his shoulder. “My life isn’t complete without him. I want your blessing, Val. Completely.”