Clint. Well then. Either this guy was an ex, someone she didn’t want to meet, or someone that was going to ruin any plans that I had.
“Baby. I talked it over with the bride, and well, you are amazing. I love you.” He went down to one knee, and the bride started to squeal, clapped her hands as everybody started to murmur in hushed tones, either cheering or with wide eyes.
I looked at the man on one knee in front of the woman I swore I’d had a connection with, at her wide eyes, and held back a sigh.
Fuck.
I turned to see Everett there, his own eyes wide. “You know what, let’s do this. Wilder Resorts. We can do this. The six of us. We’ll figure it out.”
My brother cleared his throat. “I know we will. And what about the girl?”
I held back a snort as we made our way through the crowd, people cheering around us. “Clearly not for me. I don’t need a woman. We all know what happens when we let our guard down.
“Yeah. We do.”
And with that, I left the wedding alongside my brother. The two of us ready to meet with the other four and plan the rest of our lives. We had shit to do. Things that were all Wilder and just for us.
And I pushed all thoughts of a wedding planner, a bright smile, and a connection that clearly hadn’t been real out of my mind.