“I’m good. If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I’ll be back soon. It’s not like I can run away.” She patted her belly and felt the baby kick in return.
“Will do,” Taylor said, and then frowned fiercely into the mirror as she tried to flat-iron a limp stray curl.
Greer slipped out and moved into the hallway. It was surprisingly quiet, given that it was Gretchen and Hunter’s wedding day and the wedding itself was going to happen in less than an hour. Hundreds of people had descended upon Buchanan Manor, but no one seemed to be in this particular hall. Perfect. She vaguely remembered seeing a green study several doors down. It wouldn’t be downstairs—Asher was very careful not to make Greer take stairs at this stage in her pregnancy. She suspected in another week or so, he’d try to carry her everywhere.
The thought of him toting her heavily pregnant body around made her smile, and she was still smiling as she pushed open the door to the green study and saw her beloved standing there. “Got your note,” she announced.
He turned around, utterly gorgeous in his tuxedo, and took her breath away. His hair was freshly cut and impeccably styled, and the cravat at his neck outlined just how perfect his jaw was. God, she was a lucky woman.
His eyes widened at the sight of her and he wiped his mouth. “Holy fuck, look at how beautiful you are.”
“I’d twirl but it’d be more of a waddle,” she told him, dragging a hand through her voluminous skirts. Her dress was the pale bluish purple that matched Gretchen’s favorite Blue Girl roses and was made of a silky material that skimmed her body like water. Her shoulders were bare and a tight bodice kept her now-bountiful breasts in check. Her hair was pulled into a long braid dotted with small flowers, and she had to admit, there weren’t a lot of days that she felt beautiful at eight months pregnant, but today was one of those days.
“You’re utterly gorgeous.” He moved toward her and put his hands on her breasts. “Look at these beauties. They’re just dying to escape and land in my grip.”
She smacked his hands away playfully. “You said this was important. What is it?”
“I wanted to see you and get my inappropriate boner taken care of before the ceremony. I knew if I waited to see you in your dress during the wedding itself, I’d get major wood.” His hand rubbed the front of his slacks. “I’m right. The sight of you like this has me so damn hard.”
“Well, put that thing away,” she said, teasing. “I’d offer to give you a hand job but I’m afraid you’d wrinkle my dress.”
“Can’t have that,” he murmured, leaning in to nip at her ear. His hands went to her shoulders and he sent pleasant little shivers through her body with the soft touch. “I suppose I might have had another reason to bring you here other than to ogle you.”
“What’s that?”
“What do you think of the name Juniper?”
She made a face. “That’s awful. Why Juniper?”
“I thought we could name our kid after where he was conceived.” His tongue flicked along her earlobe and oh, goodness, her nipples were getting hard. She needed to tell him to stop or else she was going to have headlights through the entire ceremony. Of course, she didn’t tell him to stop. It felt too darn good.
“Then we would need to name him Concrete Bench or maybe Hedge Maze,” Greer teased back, then slid out of his arms. “Don’t get me all turned on before the wedding, love.”
He groaned and pulled her back against him again, this time just holding her. “I’ll be glad when this is all done.”
“So you can make out with my ear at your leisure?”
He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “So we can focus on our own wedding.”
Greer stilled. This wasn’t the first time he’d brought up a wedding for them. They’d moved in together and as far as Greer was concerned, they were a couple and a family. She’d never asked for more. But Asher had hinted at it, and today he was bringing it up again. “You want a wedding?”
“I do. I want you to be my wife when the baby’s born. When little Thornbush is born.”
She ignored the Thornbush part. “If we do a wedding, let’s not go crazy like this, all right?” Between organizing Gretchen’s chaotic wedding and the fiasco of her father’s wedding a few months ago, she was a little weddinged out. “Let’s just do a justice of the peace ceremony.”
“Now now, how will that look for a wedding planner?” he murmured against her skin.
“Smart,” Greer told him. “She knew what she wanted and she went after it.”
“You make an attractive argument.” His hand rubbed her arm. “How about tonight?”
“What about tonight?”
“We get married tonight?”
She was shocked. “You want to go ahead and get married this fast?”
“What do I want to wait for? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, sweetheart. I want you to be completely mine, and being here today has just emphasized that fact. You’re mine and I want to see you wearing my ring.”
She turned around and looked up at him. “There are two problems with this plan.”
Disappointment flickered in his eyes. “What is it?”
“One, there’s no ring.” She waved her empty finger at him. “And two, New York has a waiting period of twenty-four hours after you get the license.”
The smile slowly returned to his face. “So what you’re telling me is that we need to go ring shopping tonight and tomorrow we get married?”
Greer smiled. “I do believe that’s what I’m telling you, yes.”
As he pulled her in for another kiss, Greer suspected her life couldn’t get any more perfect. She had the man of her dreams, a baby on the way, and the family she’d always wanted. She was surrounded by love.
Nothing else mattered.
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