by Lola StVil
Logan.
He’s standing at the end of the aisle in his impeccable tailored suit and tie. He looks like a living dream. When I make it down the aisle and stand alongside him, there is no mistaking the expression on his face—he feels what I feel—total and complete happiness.
“Dear family and friends, we are gathered here today to—”
“Yes!” Logan says before the minister can finish. The crowd laughs. Logan and I exchange an amused and loving glance.
“Mr. Hunter, you have to wait for me to ask the question,” the minister points out gently.
“Hell no, I’ve waited long enough. Anika, I say yes to being your husband. Do you say yes to being my wife?” he says.
“Yes.” I laugh.
“Good,” he says as he claims my lips. His brothers cheer loudly, the crowd claps, and Pop-Tart barks excitedly. When we’re done kissing, the minister gives up and announces us husband and wife.
We head to the dining hall, where the reception is taking place. Everyone is having a great time and I can’t remember ever being this happy. I spot Cash trying to sneak out of the reception and into the foyer. I follow him in order to playfully give him a hard time.
“Hey, you!” I call out as he looks out the window that leads to the garden. He turns and looks at me. Cash is rarely around so I always forget just how sexy he is. He’s over six feet, is muscular with dark hair, and has penetrating eyes that look right into your soul. All the Hunter boys are pretty damn hot but Cash is different—there’s fire behind his wild eyes. He seems to attract danger more so than the other brothers—he is unpredictable, impulsive, and reckless. And that somehow makes him all the more attractive.
“Hey, you’re not trying to sneak out, are you? I haven’t danced with my brother-in-law yet,” I remark.
“You looked really good up there, Shay,” he replies.
“Thanks. Don’t leave—stay.”
“I wish I could. Look I don’t know what you see in my brother, especially since I’m here, looking as good as I do,” he jokes. “But if you ever need me to set him straight, I’m on it.”
“Hey, don’t you have a stripper to take to bed and disappoint?” Logan asks as he joins us.
“Seriously, Shay, what do you see in this guy?” Cash says.
“Well, I’ll leave Logan for you but that would mean you’d have to give up going undercover, partying, drinking, and strippers.”
“Hell, what else is there?” Cash asks.
“There’s love,” I reply.
“And there’s not getting shot at by Mexican cartels,” Logan points out.
“C’mon, little brother, if no one is shooting at you, how the hell would you know which direction to run?” Cash asks as he laughs.
“You give Mom a heart attack every time you go under,” Logan reminds him.
“Yeah, I know. It’s hard for her to deal because I’m her favorite son.”
“What? Bullshit!” Logan says.
“Shay, set your husband straight—our mom, like his wife, prefers me,” he teases. Logan playfully motions like he’s about to hit Cash. Then out of the blue, Cash brings him in for a hug. Logan, growing concerned, hugs him back. I remember Logan telling me that the only time Cash hugs them is when he’s about to go undercover.
When the brothers pull away, Logan asks, “How long will you be under?”
“Long,” Cash says, suddenly very serious.
“Who you going in with?’ Logan asks.
“You know I can’t tell you that,” he replies. Logan crosses his arms in front of his chest and asks again in a more demanding tone, “Cash, who you are trying to infiltrate?”
“Russians,” he says. Logan’s eyes narrow with worry. The air grows thick with tension.
“It’s no big deal, little brother. Haven’t you figured it out by now? I’m too fucking sexy to kill,” he says as he reaches out and kisses me on the cheek. “Shay, if my brother even looks at another woman, you have my permission to shoot him in the balls. And then get me the number of the woman he was looking at.” Cash laughs as he takes off, leaving us alone.
“You’re worried about him,” I conclude as we watch Cash take off.
“Yeah but he’s the same way when he hears that I’m in some crazy shithole overseas. It’s the life we picked,” he says with a hint of sadness.
“You look like you could use some cheering up,” I reply as I wrap my arms around his neck.
“That’s not all I could use,” he says suggestively as he pulls me to him. He kisses me and holds me close.
I whisper into his ear, “You totally got me with this surprise wedding. I should have seen it coming. But you’re not the only one with a surprise, Mr. Hunter.”
He narrows his eyes and looks at me suspiciously. “What does that mean?” he asks with a big grin.
“This reception is amazing, the food is wonderful and so is the music. Too bad I can’t drink the wine…”
“Why can’t you drink—Shay, you mean—wait—are you—are we…”
“Yes, we are,” I reply.
He picks me up in the air like I’m weightless and I laugh. And as he puts me down, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. We gaze into each other’s eyes. There is no one in the world but us.
“I love you, Logan”
“I love you, Mrs. Hunter.”
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