“I’m convinced you can read minds.”
His laugh vibrated down my spine. “Your guilty expressions give it away every time.” He kissed my neck. “You look gorgeous, Butterfly.”
Tingles raced from where his lips touched my neck to the rest of my body.
“So do you. Being a groomsman suits you,” I teased.
“Don’t get used to it. I only did this because I owe Volkov a favor,” he said dryly. Apparently, Alex had looked out for his business or something during our Italy trip. “Do you know what dealing with Josh so often is like? You should’ve seen him and that damn banana float at the bachelor party.”
I stifled a laugh.
“You better take care of Ava,” Josh was now saying. “If anything happens to her, if she gets eaten by a wild animal or anything like that, I will hunt you down and use a scalpel in ways that are not approved by the medical board.”
Rhys snorted out a laugh while Alex gave his best man a wry stare. “What exactly do you think we’ll be doing on our honeymoon?”
“Watching lions and other things I’d rather not think about my best friend and sister doing.” Josh shuddered with disgust. “Maybe I should join your safari to keep an eye on things, just in case.”
Alex and Ava left for their safari/beach honeymoon in Kenya and the Seychelles tomorrow.
There was a time when Ava’s aquaphobia prevented her from even going near the water, but she’d overcome it over the years with Alex’s help.
Jules rolled her eyes. “Leave them alone. You are not going on their honeymoon with them.”
“That would be disturbing in so many ways,” Bridget added.
“No one appreciates my good ideas,” Josh muttered. He looked at Rhys hopefully. “Larsen?”
“Let me put it this way,” Rhys said. “If you’d tried to tag along with me and Bridget on our honeymoon, I would’ve tossed you out of the plane after takeoff. Without a parachute.”
A laugh rose in my throat, but I tuned out the rest of my friends’ bickering when Christian turned me around and rested his hands on my hips.
“Your friends are something else.” He sounded half amused, half appalled, even though Alex and Rhys were his friends too.
“They’re…unique,” I acknowledged with a laugh. “But I love them.”
Somehow, four strangers that’d been randomly assigned to the same dorm room their freshman year of college had evolved into what we were now—a beautifully messy, perfectly imperfect family that’d gone through our share of ups and downs but made it through to the other side.
There’d been a time after graduation when I worried our friendship would fray outside the confines of campus and the structure of our college lives. The years had proven that wasn’t true. In fact, our friendship had strengthened after being tested by real life.
Natalia was my sister by blood, but Ava, Bridget, and Jules would always be my sisters by choice.
“If you’re up to it, I want to take you somewhere after the reception,” Christian said, drawing me out my thoughts. “It’ll be a quick trip. Two days max.”
My eyebrows rose. “Where?”
“It’s a surprise.” He kissed me. “Trust me.”
I did.
“I should take a photo of this moment,” Rhys drawled as he and Bridget passed us. My friends had paired up to dance after the music shifted to a slow song and Ava’s cousin Farrah and her husband Blake pulled her and Alex away. “A besotted Christian Harper. What a sight. I should blast it out to the Harper Security alumni network. The guys would love it.”
Christian narrowed his eyes. “You’re one to talk, Larsen. Didn’t I see pictures of you attending a royal tea party the other week? With a cat in your lap, no less.”
Color rose on Rhys’s cheekbones. “It was not a tea party,” he growled. “It was a lunch ceremony, and Meadows gets upset when we leave her alone for too long. At least I didn’t buy up all the fucking wheatgrass in the grocery store…”
Bridget caught my eye and shook her head.
Men, she mouthed, her expression one of exasperated affection.
I stifled a laugh.
The guys would never admit it, but their insults and arguments were how they showed affection for each other.
And as I swayed to the music in Christian’s arms, listened to the comforting rumble of his voice and the familiar warmth of my friends’ laughter, I felt something that’d eluded me for so much of my life.
Happiness, in its purest and most complete form.