“Oh, she’s not getting married in a church,” Madison said with a sly smile.
At Roxie’s enquiring look, I said, “I don’t know where I’m getting married. Scott kept that from me, but I do know that King is driving me there. He’ll be here soon to pick me and Cassie up.”
“King?” Velvet asked, clearly confused.
“Yeah, Scott asked him to stay for the wedding. They’ve got this whole bonding thing happening after King saved my life. I mean, it’s not like the bonding thing that girls experience, but I think it’s safe to say that for the rest of his life, if King asks Scott for help, it will be given, no questions asked. And I think that asking King to be involved in the wedding was Scott’s way of expressing what King’s actions meant to him.” I paused for a moment before adding, “Or I could be reading far too much into male thinking and none of that is true. Really, who knows what our men are thinking…”
Madison agreed with me. “Too true, but like I said, Scott has blown me away this week while we’ve been arranging this wedding. I’ve seen a side to him that I’ve never seen.”
“You and Scott organised the wedding?” Roxie said.
“He did most of it and just asked for my help on a few things,” Madison replied. “I think Wilder did a lot of running around for him, getting stuff for the reception sorted out.”
“King’s here,” Velvet announced, peering through the curtains in my lounge room.
Butterflies fluttered in my tummy. Not nervous butterflies, though. These were of the excited kind – the butterflies you felt when you couldn’t wait for something to happen.
A few moments later, King’s boots sounded on the front steps and then he knocked on the door. Cassie opened it and greeted him, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes lazily checked out her body. “Well, hello there,” he murmured.
Cassie shook her head. “You bikers just don’t give a fuck about subtlety, do you?”
He grinned and it had to be said, King had sexy covered. It wasn’t just the muscles he barely hid underneath jeans and a fitted black tee that screamed ‘hot biker dude’ that qualified him as sexy in my mind, it was more about the ease and confidence with which he moved, and the attitude he projected that even if shit was going down, he had it covered. And the effortless way he moved between the different emotions he felt – nothing seemed too hard for King. “Subtlety doesn’t warm a bed at night,” he said as he entered the house.
“It sure doesn’t,” Cassie agreed as she shut the door and followed him.
King’s gaze met mine and although he was a hard man, I saw some soft in him today. “Scott Cole is a lucky bastard,” he said, his eyes remaining steady on mine. I had to give him credit – he didn’t lower his gaze once. The man clearly had respect for his brother.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile.
He nodded once. “You ready, beautiful?”
“Almost,” Madison cut in. “We just have to finish taking care of her borrowed and her blue.”
King hit her with a frown. “Her borrowed and her blue? What the fuck is that?”
“He speaks my language,” Roxie said with her signature sarcasm.
“Wedding traditions,” Mum advised him and then said to Madison, “I took care of her something blue last night.”
This was news to me. “What is it?”
“I stitched the date of your first date with Scott and today’s date into your wedding dress. In blue.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “How did you know the date of our first date?”
“I asked him.” She watched me with the look of a proud mother – the kind of look that said, ‘You did so well, he even remembers dates’, because to my mother, remembering the special moments meant everything to her.
Madison’s face resembled the way I felt. She stared at my mother in utter surprise. Turning to me, she muttered, “J has a lot to learn from my brother. Okay, so we have blue covered, and I have these if you want, for the borrowed.”
She passed me a beautiful pair of earrings. “Are these yours?” I asked.
“Yes. I wore them when I married J, so they have some meaning. We could hand them down to our daughters when they get married - God willing we have daughters - and start a Cole/Reilly family tradition if you want.”
Family tradition.
Love rushed through me and I threw my arms around her. “I love you, Madison Reilly. I would love to start that tradition with you.” When I let her go, I reached for a tissue because tears finally threatened to ruin my makeup.
Madison smiled at me, through her own tears. “Quick, King, you need to get her out of here before we all become blubbering messes.”