Sin City Baby

“Be right back,” I said, murmuring.

I got up from my chair and walked quickly. I made my way for the bar, my hands trembling as tears threatened to flood my eyes. The bartender was looking at me with a sympathetic glance as he poured me a glass of merlot, and I sipped on it as I sighed and closed my eyes.

“Ah, there she is,” a familiar voice said.

“The beautiful blushing bride.”

I glanced up and saw four gorgeous men before my eyes. My heart beat began to quicken as my eyes followed the breathtaking line of O’Conner brothers before me: Dylan, Wyatt, Andrew and Caleb.

Have mercy.

It was like looking at the cover of a GQ magazine, southern gentlemen edition. The same butterflies that flew in my belly for them in the past were back in full swing. All four brothers were clad in suits, tailored specifically to their tall muscular features.

They each had dark hair and green eyes. Their facial bone structures and sun-kissed skin made them stand out in any room.

The O’Conner brothers were tall and well-built. They had broad shoulders and muscular physiques.

I used to think that watching them walk away was as satisfying as watching them walk toward me. They all filled out a pair of jeans in a way that was downright sinful.

I embraced them all with bear hugs.

“Hey guys. It’s so great to see you all,” I said, while holding back tears.

“Well, it’s about time, doll” Dylan said, using the nickname he’d had for me since I was a kid.

“We were beginning to wonder if we’d have to wait till you walked down the aisle for your debut,” Wyatt said.

“You look beautiful tonight, pretty lady” Andrew said, using another nickname.

“Stunning. But, wait a minute. Since when do you drink wine?” asked Caleb.

“Oh, wow one at a time boys. I said with a grin. “And to answer your question, Caleb, I’ve been drinking this stuff for years.”

“I can dump it and get you a decent beer if you want,” Caleb said.

“I’m good. The last thing I need to be doing is getting drunk at my rehearsal dinner,” I said.

“Who said anythin’ ‘bout gettin’ drunk?” Andrew asked.

“I just want to make sure Michael knows I’m not getting wasted over here, okay?” I asked.

“Katie, is everything all right? There’s somethin’ in your eyes that’s not right,” Dylan inquired with concern in his eyes.

He always knew how to read me. They all did. I should’ve known better than to think I could hide my feelings from them.

“I’m not sure I’m making the right choice,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Very smooth Katie. Throw all your troubles on them the first minute to see them.

“What? Why not?” Wyatt asked. “He done somethin’ to you?”

“I’ll beat his fuckin’ face in,” Andrew said.

“Slow down, guys,” I said.

“Yes. Give Katie some room to breathe and process,” Dylan said. “When she’s got her thoughts together, she’ll talk.”

“Thanks, Dylan. I just—he called me ‘stupid’ earlier.”