Deciding he didn’t look half bad for ten minutes of prep work, he hurried toward the sitting room at the front of the cottage. Eric was waiting for him with a large umbrella in his hand. He seemed to be tempting fate as he opened and closed the contraption indoors.
He glanced up when he noticed Jace had joined him. Eric twisted pursed lips to one side as he assessed Jace’s attire. “So you’ll wear a penguin suit for your wedding, but refuse to wear knickerbockers to your rehearsal dinner.”
“Is that what those ugly fucking pants are called? Knickerbockers? For real?” Jace chuckled and then burst out laughing, glad for something to release his tension. Eric was usually good at turning Jace’s naturally dark mood lighter. He wasn’t sure what he’d do with himself if he didn’t have the obnoxious goofball in his life.
“Those pants are not funny,” Eric bellowed indignantly. “They are historically accurate.” Eric tried to keep a straight face, but was soon busting a gut along with Jace.
After a moment, Eric wrapped an arm around Jace’s back and whacked him on the shoulder. “Better?” he asked.
“Uh huh,” Jace said, wiping tears from his eyes.
“Ready to get married?”
“Yep.”
Eric opened the umbrella, and Jace opened the front door. It was pouring.
“Sucks that it’s raining,” Jace grumbled.
“Rain on your wedding day is good luck,” Eric said. He tried shoving the large open umbrella through the door, but it was much wider than the wooden frame.
“This is a bit too much good luck for my tastes.” Jace scowled up at the dark clouds overhead. At least he wasn’t getting married outdoors. He remembered the disaster Sed and Jessica’s beach wedding had been due to rain. Funny how the happy couple hadn’t been upset about it in the least. Had he been in their position, he’d have been pissed.
Grunting with feigned exertion, Eric attempted to get the black umbrella out of the house sideways.
“It’s not going to fit no matter how much you want it to,” Jace said.
“That’s what she said,” Eric said automatically. “Maybe this is why you aren’t supposed to open umbrellas indoors. Has nothing to do with luck and everything to do with geometry.” He tried sending it out handle first to no avail.
“Dude, I’m going to be late if you don’t stop fucking around.”
“She’ll wait,” Eric assured him, but he folded the umbrella slightly so it would fit through the door.
Jace was scarcely aware of his surroundings as they hurried toward the beautiful chapel where he would say his vows. What were his vows again? He wrung his hands together, trying to remember the words he’d agonized over for so long. The words that expressed exactly what Aggie meant to him. He couldn’t remember a damned one.
“Nervous?” Eric asked, giving Jace’s arm a much needed squeeze.
“I can’t remember,” he said dully.
“You can’t remember if you’re nervous?”
“I can’t remember what I wanted to say.”
“No one pays attention to that part anyway,” Eric said.
Eric’s assurance made Jace feel marginally better, even though he knew Eric was lying. Maybe the guys in the crowd would be thinking about the football season or which bridesmaid was the most doable, but the women—and one woman in particular—would be hanging on his every word, and he damned well knew it.
“Did you write them down?” Eric asked, looking at him as if he’d just checked into intensive care with no hope of recovery.
“About a thousand times,” Jace said.
“So just read them to her. She knows you get stupid in front of crowds and even more stupid when faced with topics of a romantic nature. She won’t care if you just read them to her. She’ll understand.”
Jace rubbed a hand over the scruff on his jaw. “I shredded all the papers. I didn’t want her to find them.”
Eric snorted at him. “Real smart, dude.”
“You’re not helping, best man.”
“Was I supposed to be helping? I thought I was just supposed to stand behind you at the altar and catch you if you faint.”
Jace slugged him in the arm and when Eric jerked to the side to avoid a second blow, Jace got a face full of ice cold rain water from the edge of the dripping umbrella. Rivulets dripped down the back of his neck beneath his collar. He shuddered from the chill and sidled in next to a wary-looking Eric once more. Jace might have been a bit damp now, but at least he felt slightly more alert. He was surprised by how alert Eric was. The guy had drunk so much the night before that he and Rebekah had to practically carry him to bed.
“How are you not hung-over this morning?” Jace asked.
“Myrna,” Eric said.
Jace lifted a brow at him. What did Brian’s wife have to do with anything? “Myrna?”
“Yeah. She made me consume her banana and drink all her fluids.”
Baffled, Jace gaped at him. “What?”
“I always knew that chick had a thing for me.” Eric winked at him.
Jace chuckled. “Don’t they all?” He then muttered under his breath, “In your imagination.”
“Keep talking like that and I won’t catch you when you faint.”
A few people were standing outside the chapel under umbrellas. Aggie’s mother happened to be one of them. As usual, she had a lit cigarette in one hand, but she looked quite elegant in her black bridesmaid gown.
“Wasn’t sure if you were going to show up, Maynard,” she said, taking a puff off her cigarette and releasing smoke in a drawn-out cloud as she looked him over.
He was used to her trying to sum him up, and he knew it was because she was overprotective of her daughter—the woman just had a weird way of showing it.
“You knew I’d be here,” he said.
She tossed her cigarette into a puddle and nodded, avoiding his eyes. He extended a hand in her direction and touched her chilly bare arm. She glanced up and blinked back tears.
“You make her happy,” she said, her voice quivering slightly. “Don’t ever stop making her happy.”
“I promise.”
Before he could dodge her, she was hugging him. Jace normally didn’t do hugs, but he made an exception in this case. He surrounded Tabitha’s slight frame with both arms and embraced her. Gently at first, but then more securely so she’d know that he meant it. Her entire body was trembling, at least partially from the cold.
“Don’t make me cry, damn you,” she said, and then she tugged away to slap him on the chest. “I’m not the emotional type.”
She looked up at him—eyes so similar in shade to Aggie’s that it was a bit disturbing—and then pinched his cheek hard before trotting into the open door of the chapel with her umbrella still in hand.
Had he just had a moment with Aggie’s mother? Maybe she’d stop calling him Maynard now.
Heads turned as he walked up the aisle. He knew he should greet the people in attendance and thank them for flying thousands of miles to witness his wedding, but he was afraid that if he focused on anything but the pulpit at the end of the aisle, he’d either come down with a case of the dry heaves or Eric would get to tease him for the rest of his life for actually fainting at his own wedding. Why couldn’t he be infallibly confident like the other guys of Sinners? None of them had been this nervous on their wedding days. Or if they had, they’d hidden it well.
“You were supposed to come in the back,” someone at his elbow said.
“I was?” He was so light-headed he wasn’t even sure who was talking to him or what the woman meant by “come in the back.” Sounded kind of kinky.
“Are you feeling unwell, Mr. Seymour? You look a bit pale.”
He glanced at the woman and recognized the wedding planner, Charity.
She smiled kindly and took his hand, which he recognized was like ice only when she patted his frigid fingers between her warm palms.
“A tad nervous?” she asked.
He swallowe
d and nodded.
“You perform music in front of thousands of fans, don’t you?”
He nodded again, and stared at her cream-colored lapel. There was a small ruby flower pinned there, and it gave him something to concentrate on other than the backflips his stomach insisted upon doing.
“How do you deal with that?”
“I hide,” he said, and his mouth twitched in an attempted smile.
“But those are strangers. These are your friends. Would you be nervous in front of them at a gathering?”
“Probably not,” he admitted.
“And that’s what this is, Jace. It’s just a gathering of your friends. It’s just a bit more formal than most gatherings.” She leaned close and whispered, “Some say imagining them all in their underwear helps.”
“I’d rather just not look at them.”
“Whatever gets you through this,” she said agreeably. “But when that wedding march begins, you will look at your bride. Promise me that.”
At the mention of his bride, Jace’s vision tunneled.
“Jace?”
He gave himself a hard mental shake. “I promise,” he said quietly.
“Don’t forget.”
He nodded mutely. He didn’t have long to stand in front of the crowd and perspire. Within minutes, a harp began to play. His head jerked up, and his gaze fixed on the head of the aisle, but he was disappointed to find it wasn’t Aggie standing there. Dare Mills was headed in his direction with Starr on his arm. Jace took a deep breath and watched the pair approach, hoping Dare couldn’t tell that he was freaking out. He craved the man’s respect and owed him a world of gratitude. Perhaps that was why it startled him so completely when Dare slapped him hard in the shoulder.
“Buck up, bro,” he said with a devilish grin. “This isn’t your execution.”
Starr laughed, and Dare shook off her clinging hold so they could separate and go to opposite sides of the pulpit. The rest of the bridal party entered two at a time. Each member of his groom’s party whopped him a good one as they passed. Brian punched him in the gut. Sed slapped him on the back of the head. Trey, with tears-streaming-Tabitha on his arm, gave Jace’s nose a hard yank. Jace was a bit confused by their physical retaliation until the final pair approached. Eric didn’t stop at a slap in the arm or a jab in the ribs; he released his wife’s hand so he could put Jace in a headlock and rub his bony knuckles over Jace’s scalp.
“Feeling better?” Eric asked when he released him.
“Huh?”
“You looked like you were about to pass out there for a minute.”
And he’d been effectively distracted by the mild physical pain they’d each delivered. It had kept him on his feet. So Eric had instructed the guys to knock him around? It had worked. Jace no longer felt like he was going to faint. He’d have to remember to thank Eric later with an equal number of physical blows.
The first chords of the bridal march began and everyone stood to have a look at the bride. With his heart thudding like a jackhammer against his ribs and his knees a bit on the wobbly side, Jace forgot to breathe. Then Aggie stepped into view, and breath didn’t seem to matter anyway.
Everything around him faded into the background as she took a step closer and then another. With each step, his heart swelled larger and larger until he feared he’d suffocate. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Her long black hair had been artfully arranged around a small sparkling tiara. Curled tendrils framed her face. Her beautiful, smiling face. Oh, Aggie. His Aggie.
There was so much love in her expression that he felt it tugging at his chest until he couldn’t resist its pull and his feet started carrying him toward her. There were a few delighted chuckles from the spectators, so somewhere in his addled thoughts he knew he was doing something out of place, but it felt right to meet her in the middle. It felt right to touch her cheek when she was standing before him. Felt right to get lost in her brilliant blue eyes. Felt right to finally suck a decent breath into his lungs before leaning toward her and kissing her soft lips.
“Tripod,” he heard Eric call from the front of the church. “You’re doing it wrong.”
Maybe. But it felt right. She felt right. From the moment he’d seen her dancing at Paradise Found in Vegas, the woman had felt right—as if she’d been designed exclusively for him. And he knew he’d never feel right again if he ever lost her.
Their lips lingered, parting slowly as he drew away and opened his eyes. She smiled and touched his cheek.
“Did you lose yourself there for a moment?” she asked.
“Found myself,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
She tilted her head slightly, her smile brightening. “Do you want to marry me now?”
He nodded eagerly, his cheeks aching from the smile that couldn’t possibly reflect the immense joy trying to burst from him. He took her hand and placed it in the crook of his elbow as they walked the rest of the aisle together. He was glad she was paying attention to where they were going, because he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She halted unexpectedly and tugged at his elbow to get him to stand beside her.
Someone cleared his throat loudly, and Jace dragged his gaze from Aggie’s face to the priest who was staring at him with one eyebrow raised. Jace licked his lips and tried to swallow, but his mouth had suddenly gone dry.
“She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?” the priest asked.
“Yes,” Jace said, unable to stop himself from stealing another glance at her. Wow. Even the gaudy gold-foiled plastic heart dangling from her necklace looked perfect. He knew it was the only token she had of her father’s and was glad she’d thought to wear it today no matter how much it contrasted with the rich fabric of her white gown.
“Do you think you can keep your wits about you long enough to marry her?”
“God, I hope so,” he said, still staring at his bride.
Aggie released a soft laugh, and a blush tinged her cheeks pink as she stared down at the bouquet of black roses she held at waist level.
Jace no longer felt nervous. Or self-conscious. He felt proud. Confident. As if he could tackle even the most daunting task—including speaking about mushy feelings in front of his peers—as long as Aggie was beside him.
“Take each other’s hands and turn to face one another,” the priest instructed.
Aggie handed off her bouquet to Rebekah, who arranged the long train of Aggie’s gown for her, and then she offered her hands to Jace. He took them in his, noting that they were trembling slightly. He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles reverently before dropping his head forward to press the backs of her hands to his forehead. He loved this woman—worshipped her—and he really didn’t care who knew. In fact, he wanted them all to witness his devotion and recognize it for what it was.
The priest cleared his throat again and Jace reluctantly straightened. The tears swimming in Aggie’s eyes as she offered him a tremulous smile squeezed at parts of his soul he’d thought he’d surrendered to pain long ago.
“You’ve made me whole again,” he said.
A single tear coursed down her cheek. She bit her lip, her thumbs stroking his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure and awareness between them. Incapable of maintaining any distance between them with her looking so shaken and vulnerable, Jace released his loose hold on her hands and pulled her into his arms. Much better, he thought as she melted against him. His fingers found a crisscrossing ribbon down the length of her back. It reminded him of the lacings of one of her corsets, only more delicate. Later he was definitely going to have to take a moment to admire her wedding gown before he stripped it off her.
“You’re not good at taking orders, are you, Mr. Seymour?” the priest said.
Jace wasn’t the least bit sorry for not following protocol, so he didn’t bother to apologize.
“You have no idea how right you are,” Starr Lancaster said from the end of Aggie’s line of bridesmaids.
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�One of his best qualities,” Aggie murmured and dropped a kiss on the sensitive pulse point in his throat.
He reluctantly loosened his hold so he could stare into his bride’s eyes and prevent himself from getting overly aroused in front of God and everyone.
“Can I proceed with the ceremony, or shall I wait until you’ve fondled her a little more?”
He’s just jealous, Jace thought, grinning deviously at Aggie.
“You shouldn’t have given him options, Father,” Eric said. “Any man in his place would choose fondling without ceremony.”
“Eric!” Rebekah hissed a warning and glared at him over Aggie’s shoulder.
“Just stating a fact,” Eric said.
Jace chuckled along with his wedding guests, but he turned to look at the priest. “Proceed. I’ll save most of my fondling for later.”
When the priest turned back to his Bible to continue, Jace lowered his hands and gave Aggie’s ass a firm squeeze. She squeaked in surprise.
“I said most,” he whispered.
“Do you know what I do to naughty boys?” Aggie whispered in his ear. She wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to the formality of the priest’s speech either.
“Mmm hmm,” he murmured, doing his damnedest to listen to the priest’s inspired words and not let his mind wander to all sinful things he knew Aggie did to naughty boys.
Jace was lost in a haze of possibility when the priest said, “Do you have any words you’d like to share with each other?”
Jace froze, his heart rate doubling in an instant. Aggie looked at him expectantly, and he couldn’t remember the words he’d wanted to say to her. Not a one. Luckily, she knew him well. While the priest rubbed the edges of his Bible impatiently and the crowd shifted in their seats and the wedding party drummed their fingers and twiddled their thumbs, Aggie patiently waited for him to find his voice.
The priest cleared his throat. “I could—”
“Shh,” Aggie interrupted the priest’s attempt to move the ceremony forward. “Wait.”
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