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“Maybe?” she prompts me.
I lift a shoulder and glance over at her. I press my lips together.
She nods a little encouragingly as if she knows exactly what I was about to say, and somehow, I picture sitting with her again, the two of us chatting like this as she gives me sage advice from her life experiences. “I could see it,” she says softly. “You two, I mean. You seem like a good fit.”
I look around her at Spencer, and he looks around Lincoln at me.
He smiles, and I get the feeling deep in my chest like maybe we are a better fit than I ever realized.
Chapter 24: Spencer Nash
All Systems Go
Three Days After the Wedding
The day was relaxing, just as the bride intended, and now we’re heading toward Grayson’s house for the rehearsal this evening. When I RSVP’d to this wedding, I had no idea I’d be attending with my wife.
And I certainly never thought my wife would be Grace.
I’m used to seeing Grace Newman in jeans, sneakers, and a sweater as she runs around the vineyard.
But this is Grace Nash, a sophisticated woman in a black cocktail dress and heels that make her legs look fine.
Damn fine.
The urge to kiss her again is strong this evening, and I’m not quite sure how I’m supposed to keep myself together when I can’t stop looking at her.
I know this was just her big plan to get revenge on Amelia. This isn’t a genuine marriage. And somehow, my drunk ass agreed to it.
But the more time I spend with her, the more compatible I feel like we are. And the more I lean into that, the more I can see this switching from an arrangement into something more.
What the fuck is there to lose by giving it a try?
She needs me for a year.
So what if we spend that year as a truly married couple and conclude that we actually like it? What if it doesn’t have to end in a year?
That’s a whole lot of what-ifs for someone who enjoys being firmly planted in reality, and all that does is tell me that if she can make me think these thoughts, she’s someone different.
Someone who might be worth exploring.
I reach over and take her hand in mine. It’s pure instinct, and she glances up at me, those brown eyes landing sweetly on my blue ones. “You ready for this?” I ask.
She nods. “The more time I spend with your family, the less I feel like they hate me.”
“Not a single one of them hates you,” I say softly. “How could they?”
Her cheeks turn a little pink at the compliment, though she doesn’t answer.
We pull up in front of Grayson’s mansion. The happy couple decided to keep things simple and do this thing at their home because of his celebrity status. They’re hopeful that means there won’t be helicopters circling while they exchange vows, but the guest list is a virtual who’s who of Vegas superstars—and apparently MFB, who’s set to arrive toward the conclusion of the rehearsal.
We walk into the house and find a wedding wonderland, though most of the fresh flowers won’t be delivered until morning. It’s been transformed from the house I’ve visited many times into a beautiful wedding venue fit for my brother and his bride.
“Oh, good, you’re here,” Ava says to me, a flurry of activity in a navy dress with swinging hair as she rushes over to give me a quick hug. She hugs Grace next before she turns back to me. “We need you standing at the back row outside. Grace, you can sit with Jolene, okay?”
Grace nods, and I may have neglected to mention to her that I’m an usher at this shindig along with Asher. We head out to the backyard that’s now covered in white—the turf is covered in white rugs, and a white aisle runner runs toward an altar with a floral arch under which Ava and Grayson will be married tomorrow.
Lincoln walks by once I take my place, and I nod at him. “What do I call you now? Officiant? Minister? Preacher? Asshole?”
