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The damn monkey suit was too tight.
Clint tugged at his collar. “What the hell? Why does the top button have to be done up?”
“Because you’re wearing a tie,” Kent replied calmly.
“A tie! Are you kidding me?”
“Clint, do I look like I’m joking?” Kent glared at him. “Now stop fidgeting, we’re supposed to make certain your suit fits properly since you wouldn’t have a final fitting.”
“I haven’t got the time. I’ve got work to finish before we go on our honeymoon.”
That was the one thing he was holding onto. A honeymoon. Two weeks. Just him and Charlotte. No damn suit fittings or Kent harping on about things like vests and ties and rings. Did he want to marry Charlotte? Of course, he did. He wanted to tie her to him every way he possibly could.
But he wished he could do it without all this … this fluff.
This is what Charlotte wants.
It had kind of surprised him how much of a traditional wedding she desired. The church. The white dress. Him in a monkey suit. There was even a horse and carriage involved.
“Can’t believe she wanted a horse and carriage,” he muttered. “I’m a respectable rancher not Prince Charming.”
“Believe me, no one thinks you’re Prince Charming,” Kent said dryly.
Clint had left the wedding details up to Charlotte. But the honeymoon was his area. He’d made reservations for them to spend two weeks in a house right on the water near Galveston. Where he was going to ensure that his baby slept and ate and got plenty of Little time.
In between tying her to the bed and having his way with her. Yeah, he could see why men did this wedding stuff…it was all for the honeymoon. And the ability to proclaim that their woman was their wife.
Clint was a possessive bastard, so he was going to enjoy the shit out of that as well.
If he didn’t fucking shoot his brother and end up in jail first. Because he swore, if Kent didn’t stop poking and prodding at him…
Clint blew out a breath. “Didn’t know you were so into fashion.”
“I’m the best man. It’s my job to get you to the church on time. I also need to make sure that you’re dressed properly. It’s a lot harder than I’d thought it would be.”
“Your job is a piece of cake.”
“We’ll just see what you say when I get married.”
“You’ve got plans to ask Abby?” He’d expected it. Kent’s girlfriend, Abby meant everything to Kent. And she adored him.
“I have,” Kent said quietly.
“How you gonna do it?”
“Oh no.” Kent shook his head as he put the tie around Clint’s neck. “I’m not telling you. You can’t keep a secret to save yourself.”
“You have to tell me because I’m gonna be the best man.”
“Still not telling you.”
“You’ve got to tell me because I’m your brother.” If it was possible for him to pout, he would.
Kent shook his head. “Not happening.”
“I’ll pay for the whole thing if you tell me,” he bribed.
Kent just raised his eyebrows. “I can pay for my own damn wedding. And I’m still not telling you.” He tightened the tie until Clint could barely breathe.
He reached for the tie, loosening it. “Hey!”
“Sorry,” Kent said.
Clint glared at him. He could tell he didn’t mean the apology. “Shouldn’t have let you play with my toys as a kid. It’s made you ungrateful.”
