“I want you to meet my family. I want my grandma to see that ring on your finger,” he explained, and my heart lurched at the sentiment.
“I’d love to.”
“Good, because I already bought the tickets,” he admitted with a chuckle.
I swatted at his chest, though I wasn’t really upset. “Well, let’s hope I can get the time off!” I laughed.
“I already talked to Pete,” he said as he shrugged.
Wow, that was really thoughtful.
“Thanks, honey.” I kissed his chest. “When do we leave?”
“After Cole and Scar’s wedding,” he replied. “In just a couple of weeks. I can’t wait to show you…everything,” he swallowed, and I knew he meant more than just Spain.
“Me too,” I said as I grinned.
Chapter 21
“You may kiss the bride!” the minister yelled over the boisterous crowd as Cole pulled Scarlet into a passionate kiss.
Whoops, whistles, and cheers followed suit.
It was an unbelievably gorgeous day in the mountains. The spring flowers had bloomed, covering the meadow in which we now stood with a colorful blanket of vibrancy.
Scarlet looked beautiful in a form-fitting, white wedding dress accented appropriately with cowboy boots. All of us girls wore boots as well to match the bride.
Cole pulled back from his new wife and they turned, grinning to the whistling crowd as Cal handed Gracie to her mama. Together, the three of them walked through the crowd, Scarlet throwing me a beaming smile when my eyes met hers.
The party was in full swing immediately following the ceremony. Clubs from all the surrounding areas joined in to pay their respects to the Knights’ Vice President and his new bride. It was a good thing we’d found such a remote location. With the amount of people and the liveliness of the crowd, we would have been kicked out of any other location.
There was a large main house Cole had rented where all the food was set up. It was big enough to sleep many of the revelers who’d need to crash for the night. It also worked well because Gracie could spend the night there with her grandpa. I didn’t think I’d get over the sweetness of the big, badass Prez watching his grandbaby through the night. I’d offered to take her, but he’d firmly declined. He loved that little girl like nothing else.
“One dance?” I asked Sal, tugging on his arm where a dance floor had been set up.
“Don’t dance, babe,” he shook his head with a sly grin, delivering his practiced line.
“When we get married, you’re gonna dance with me then, right?” I demanded with my hands on my hips.
“Maybe,” he said as he shrugged, still smiling.
“Salvatore Armstrong, you swear to me right now you’ll dance with me or we’re not getting married,” I threatened.
He chuckled at my antics and pulled me into a hug.
“What are you going on about?” Wes asked, coming to stand with us.
“I’m complaining about how my man will never dance with me,” I pouted.
“Don’t need a man to take you out on the floor to give you a dance,” Wes said as he grinned suggestively.
“That’s what I keep telling her,” Sal’s deep voice rumbled with a smile.
I threw up my hands. “Men,” I huffed, stalking off to find my friends.
Hours later and several drinks deep, I sat contentedly under a large pine tree watching the revelers under the lights of the big house. I watched my large group of friends and felt a sense of peace I’d never known up until this group of crazy bikers entered my life.
Then my eyes found Sal. He was standing across the meadow, his hands buried deep in his pockets as he talked with Cole and Scarlet. He was so beautiful. Christ, I didn’t think I’d ever get used to it. Then he looked over at me and smiled and I felt my heart flutter in response. He cocked his head, indicating for me to join them, and I grinned as I walked the expanse of green to meet him.