Chapter 21
LOGAN
I pull at my collar and look around the church.
My brother Miller whispers to me, “You okay?”
I turn to look at him. “Where is she?”
He laughs and looks at his watch. “We still have fifteen minutes before the ceremony even starts.”
I look around at the small crowd. We invited our family, but half of them are standing up beside me. My sister is somewhere in the church with my soon-to-be bride, and I’m getting impatient. I start walking down the aisle, and my mom stops me. “Honey, where are you going?”
I look at her and my dad. They’re both tan and happy-looking. They’ve been on several cruises over the last few months, but they cut their trip short to come home for my wedding. “I’m going to get my bride.”
I lean down and kiss Mom’s cheek and then hug my dad. With a determined stride, I walk to the back of the church and listen for my fiancée. I hear my sister talking, and I follow her voice. When I get to the door where they’re at, I knock loudly.
Their talking stops, but no one answers the door.
“Bree!” I demand.
I can hear her walk to the door, but she doesn’t open it. “Logan… what are you doing?”
Half-frustrated, I ask, “What are you doing?”
She giggles. “Uh, I’m getting ready for our wedding.”
I lean my forehead against the wood door. “Well, are you almost done?”
Slowly, the door opens, and I raise up. I’m not the least bit prepared for the vision in front of me. “Bree…” I breathe.
She smiles widely at me. “Logan.”
She pulls the door open wider, and I look at her. She’s wearing a form-fitting white dress, her hair is flowing down her shoulders, and her lips are painted a pretty pink. She literally takes my breath away. “You’re so beautiful.”
She leans against the doorway. “You’re pretty handsome yourself.”
My sister comes toward us. “Okay, well, now that I can see she’s taken care of, I’m going to go and let everyone know we’re starting early.”
I just nod, and Bree thanks my sister.
“So we’re doing this,” Bree says.
I nod, staring at her because I can’t get enough. “I don’t want to wait another second to start my life with you.”
I lean down to kiss her, and she leans into me. I deepen the kiss, and when she moans, I reluctantly break it off. “Are you ready?”
She nods, and I smooth my thumb across her lip. “I messed up your lipstick.”
She shrugs. “It’s okay. I have a feeling you’re just going to smudge it again.”
I laugh. “Guaranteed.”
I hold my hand out to her, and she puts hers in it. I thread our fingers together. “You ready?”
She leans her head back to look up at me. “Am I ready to spend the rest of my life with the love of my life?”
I bring her hand up between us and kiss her knuckles, and she leans into me. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
I pull her through the church, and she’s huffing as we get to the aisle. “Are we in a hurry?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, I need my ring on your finger.”
She laughs and pats my chest. “Oh, Logan. Don’t you know? I don’t need a ring or a piece of paper. I have been yours since the first day I laid eyes on you in that bodega.”
“Same,” I say as I lean down and kiss her.
I gesture to the other end of the aisle. My sister, Skyler, and all my brothers are standing up there next to the pastor. They’re all beaming at us, and I couldn’t stop smiling even if I tried.
Hand in hand, we walk down the aisle, ready to make it official. She’s mine, and I’m hers. And together, we can build the life we’ve always dreamed of.