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So is Grace.
Warmth fills my chest that I was able to make this happen.
My arm slides around Grace, and she glances up at me, her big, brown eyes full of happiness, and I get this feeling of hope.
Hope that someday I can be the one making her eyes look that happy.
Chapter 25: Spencer Nash
She’s My Wife
Three Days After the Wedding
What’s better than getting your soon to be sister-in-law’s favorite band to play at her wedding rehearsal?
Getting that same band to join us at our after-party.
We’re heading to Honey’s, the world-renowned strip club not too far from the center of all things Vegas. Grayson said his teammates frequent the joint. Ava thought a strip club sounded fun since she’d never been to one, and it’s part of the time-honored, cliched history of bachelor parties.
Even though the four Nash brothers would all be respectful without dates since that’s how our mother raised us, having our women here with us will keep us in check. There’s something kind of hot about sitting with my wife while we watch half—or fully—naked women dancing for our enjoyment.
And then there’s Asher, who’s here solo and will more than likely go home with a stripper.
You know that old saying about how strippers only like men for their money?
That’s true—for the average guy.
Asher Nash is not your average guy. He’s young, he’s single, he’s apparently good-looking, even though to me he’s just my brother with an odd sense of fashion, and he’s the wild card of the Nash family. Women flock to him, and I’m certain tonight will be no different, stripper or otherwise.
But we’re here with MFB, and while the four Nash brothers have a certain celebrity status because of our professions, the band’s international popularity leaves the four of us quite literally in their dust.
All five members of the band are married, but only Dax’s wife is here with him tonight. I can’t help but wonder whether the other wives approve of their adventure out with the Nash brothers or if they even know. Something tells me they know, though. If Dax’s wife is here with him, I can’t really imagine her keeping that secret from the others.
We’re taken to three different VIP booths toward the front since our group is so large, and I move to pull my credit card out of my pocket to treat the whole group when the server stops me. “Dax took care of it.”
I glance over at Dax. He did?
Man, these guys are really pretty damn awesome.
Grayson is on my left, and Grace is on my right. The band is scattered between my brothers, our dates, and Grayson’s friends.
We drink. We order appetizers. We drink some more. We watch the dancers. We tip generously. We eat chicken wings like it’s normal to chew on chicken bones while tits bounce in our faces mere feet away.
We laugh. I avoid tequila, opting instead for a lighter beer tonight, but Grace is by my side, her cheeks flushed as she seems to move fractionally closer to me after every sip of her glass of wine.
I have to admit…I like it.
A lot.
I would’ve thought she’d be moving closer and closer to Adam. He’s the guitarist in her favorite band, after all. But she’s moving closer to me while we’re here at this place that’s filled with sensuality and sex, and it’s making me want sex. With her. Immediately.
It wouldn’t be right to do that after yet another night of drinking. But the more time I spend with her, the more I seem to want her.
The feelings are growing instead of diminishing, and I’m not sure I can keep fighting that. Hell, I’m not sure I need to keep fighting it. She’s my wife now. Even if it’s just for the next year, why not have some fun with it?
It’s not like I was planning to meet a woman and get married my first year in San Diego anyway. It’s not like this is setting me back on some invisible timeline.
It shouldn’t feel as right as it does.
