The guys all flexed, and I had to smother my laughter.
Aiden finished it off. “We know how to get blood out of a carpet. Sandy taught us.”
Jordan’s shoulders shook with mirth.
“Of course she did.”“Happy, my darling?” Jordan’s voice murmured in my ear.
“Very much so,” I responded.
“Quite the speech from your boys.”
“I hope you’re scared.”
“Frightfully so.”
“Good. Such sage advice for the newly married man.”
We both chuckled.
The boys had followed up their “speech” with hugs, laughter, and a lot of back slaps.
“Have I told you how exquisitely beautiful you are?”
“Not in the past ten minutes, no.”
“Remiss of me. Your beauty eclipses the sun today, Sandy.” He chuckled, running his fingers over my cheek. “There’s the color I love.”
I shook my head, pretending to be exasperated, while secretly thrilled. He could still make me blush. I hoped that never changed.
After our brief but emotional ceremony, we’d had pictures taken while our guests sipped champagne and nibbled on canapés. There had been many “family” pictures. Of us with Jordan’s children and grandchildren. Colin, Jennifer, and Aaron. My boys, their families, large group shots. All of which I planned to put on the walls in the condo.
I had moved in with Jordan a few months ago. Aiden teased me mercilessly about living in sin and demanding Jordan make an honest woman of me whenever he could. Reid gave him a hard time as well, and Jordan took it all in stride with his usual good humor. He surprised me with a proposal on Valentine’s Day and the request we get married soon. He kept the ring as another surprise, extending our celebrations for days.
I gave Colin the house the way Max and I had planned. He had been grateful and excited, surprising me when he asked if he could keep some of the furniture. He kept Max’s den exactly the way it was, and after adding some pieces of his own, made it into his place. He was still seeing the pretty nurse he had brought to meet me. Miranda was lovely and suited Colin well. She understood his drive and dedication, her own personality much the same. I was certain they would be living in the house together before long.
“Are your feet sore?” he asked, drawing me closer.
I had danced all evening. All my boys, and Jordan, kept me on the floor. Even Reid had practiced and moved me around with far greater ease than at Van’s wedding.
“A little. I added an extra gel cushion on the bottom, so not as bad as last time.”
“Good plan. I don’t want you sore.” He lowered his mouth to my ear. “At least not yet. That dress is driving me crazy, my darling. I can hardly wait to get it off of you.”
I shivered, loving the deep tone to his voice. Jordan was a passionate lover, and I looked forward to being alone with him soon and seeing exactly how much he liked my dress.
He lifted our hands which were clasped together on his chest and kissed my knuckles. “Am I going to find out your surprise soon, my darling? It’s highly unusual for the groom not to plan the honeymoon. I’m getting more curious every moment.”
“Soon.” I grinned.
“What are you up to?”
“I want to enjoy every moment of tonight with our loved ones. Then the next two weeks you are mine. Utterly mine. Only us—alone.”
He pulled me closer. “I love the sound of that, but I’m going to go mad with speculation. You didn’t even allow me to pack a suitcase. One suit and a bag of toiletries isn’t much for two weeks.”
I hid my grin by laying my head against his shoulder. I had bought him everything he would need, and it was already waiting for him. My things were there as well. I had planned this honeymoon out to the last detail. Jordan had been surprised when I’d informed him that I was taking care of the honeymoon, but he’d finally agreed when he saw how much it meant to me.
Colin, Bentley, and Van had helped me. Especially Bentley, who, after I talked to him about my idea, became very interested in the concept and purchased the item I required to make Jordan’s dream come true. Bentley decided it was an excellent investment and BAM would get a great deal of use from it. I knew it was useless to argue with him.
“You’ll know soon,” I repeated.
Jordan sighed, his breath warm on my forehead. “All right, my darling. Keep torturing me.”
I tilted up my head, meeting his gaze. “That’s what wives are for.”
He covered my mouth with his.
“Yes, they are.” He smiled against my lips.Hours later, we arrived at the marina. Jordan slipped from the limo, looking confused but holding out his hand to help me from the car. I tugged his hand, excitement coursing through my body as I led him toward the dock.