Quadruplets Make Six

“I’ll meet you there in a minute, Dad.”

My parents shook Graham’s hand one last time before they turned and walked away. And of course, the wedding was late because Logan’s fiancé was throwing some sort of tantrum upstairs. A bunch of the bridesmaids went rushing up there, trying to figure out why in the world she was screaming for them.

I felt so bad for Logan and what he was about to get himself into.

“So… did I just save you from something…” Graham said.

“Embarrassing? Like getting stood up at a wedding? Yes, yes you did. Thank you!”

“Not a problem. I hope I was able to fill some of those holes without your parents raising too many eyebrows. You’re Libby I suppose?”

“Yes, nice to meet you Graham. Friend of Logan’s?”

“Yeah we went to college together. Marianne isn’t super terrible by the way. Though she’s putting on a quite a show today.”

“She definitely seems to be trying something.”

“You look splendid this evening, by the way.”

I felt myself blush at his words.

“You look great in that suit. It looks like it was made for you.”

“It was,” he said with a grin. “Comes with the territory of the work I do.”

“Which you might have to tell me about,” I said.

“One step at a time,” he said with a wink.

My heart slammed against my chest. He was smooth. Very smooth. Not at all the kind of man I expected him to be with tonight, because he most certainly wasn’t the kind of man I attracted on a regular basis. He had muscles pushing against his suit and the warmth of his body was pounding against my skin. He still had his arm wrapped around me, holding me close as he grinned down into my face. My gosh, this man was breathtaking. I simply couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“I’m happy to be your date for the evening, Miss Libby.”

“And I’m happy you’re my date for the evening, Mr. Graham. But I think I really should go take a seat,” I said.

“In the back, next to the corner? Or do you want to sit on the aisle?” he asked.

“In the corner’s fine. I’m more comfortable that way.”

“Might I ask why?”

His hand slipped from around my waist before he wrapped his fingers around mine. Our hands interlocked and I could feel my heart beat thundering in my chest. His hands were large, encompassing the whole of mine as I stared down at the connection.

I prayed to whatever God could hear me that my hands didn’t start to sweat.

“Just… don’t like being the center of attention is all,” I said.

“Then let’s go find you the best corner to sit in,” Graham said.

He led me into the room before we scooted along the wall. The very back row had the corner seats open, and he ushered me into the aisle before the two of us sat down. Logan eyed me and smiled, then shot me a small wave. He looked nervous, but he looked happy. And even though I thought his bride-to-be was a pain in everyone’s butt, I couldn’t deny that he looked incredibly excited to marry her.

I waved back before he nodded his head. He was motioning to the man beside me and I shook my head. Logan gave me a thumbs up as Graham slipped past me and walked up beside Logan l. How was he going to explain this to him? Hopefully he would be too busy focused on his own special day that he would ignore the way Graham had led me to my seat. His strong arm wrapped around my waist.

Oh, this man kept up with his body.

I could feel a very uncomfortable flush rise up my neck.

The room stood as the bride began to march down the aisle. For all her antics and how high-strung of a human being she was, she looked incredible. She was all smiles as her eyes locked onto Logan, and I looked over to see my cousin tearing up.