“Were you going to?” Skye said. She and Lucy were my bridesmaids. And they were in hot pink dresses—my favorite color.
“Of course she wasn’t,” Lucy said. “Look at her! She’s gorgeous. Very bridal. And brides don’t work on honeymoons. It’s totally illegal. Now come here,” she said to me. “We need to take a picture.”
Lucy gestured to Skye and Mom, then took a selfie with the four of us.
“I wish we could have rock star weddings all the time,” Skye said. “You wouldn’t believe how well the kids behaved after I told them that if they didn’t, they weren’t coming.”
I laughed. “Well. I don’t know if there are going to be more weddings.” The other three members of the band weren’t anywhere close to matrimony. Even Cole, who’d been engaged for a while, hadn’t set a date.
“It’s time!” Mom said, checking her phone. She handed me a bouquet made with pink and purple roses. “You look amazing. I’m so proud of you.”
Since my dad was in a snit about me and Killian helping Mom with the divorce, he had claimed he wasn’t coming. But I suspected it had more to do with the fact that Killian had already told him he wasn’t welcome at the ceremony the day after I accepted his proposal. So Mom was walking down the aisle with me. Which thrilled me. Unlike Dad, she wanted nothing but the best for me and Killian.
She and I strolled out together onto the huge field. Killian stood in a tux at the altar, his hair falling around his stunning face and his even more beautiful blue eyes shining with love.
As Max and Devlin began a rock version of “Here Comes the Bride,” I walked to the man who would show me what true love was every moment of our lives.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Emily
–three months later
I worked on my new book while Killian screwed around on the Internet, feet propped on the table and phone in hand. The band had just finished recording all their new songs, and were chilling until they could figure out the best time to release the singles.
Killian’s shoulders started to shake. Since I was typing away, he pressed a hand against his mouth to keep quiet.
I saved the latest chapter, then looked at him. “What’s so funny?”
“This.” He showed me his phone, then started laughing.
It was a Facebook feed. And it had a live video of Devlin drumming away inside a high school gym. Even through the small screen, the excitement from the high school kids and parents was palpable.
Devlin had promised he’d make it up to me for bringing the Barbie Sextet to Killian’s place. So when Skye moaned about the candy selling and additional fundraiser for her daughter’s band, I had him volunteer to play at the school, with all proceeds to be donated to the band.
He’d grumbled, but finally caved. Then grumbled some more, but he honored his promise.
“The band director almost shit his pants,” Skye had told me over the phone. I’d thought she sounded like she was about to shit her pants, but I kept that to myself because her enthusiasm was so cute.
Not only did the tickets sell out in a second—mainly because they were only twenty bucks each—but Devlin had also raffled off “a selfie with a rock star” and “a kiss from a rock star.” (Not his idea, but mine, ha ha ha.) He’d actually objected to the second one due to worry about whether the winner might be underage. But apparently his lawyer had worked it out so that only people eighteen or older could collect that particular prize.
I had to give Devlin credit, though. Although this was just a high school fundraiser he was forced into, he didn’t perform like he was coerced. He played like he wanted to give everyone the concert of their lives.
We must’ve caught the end of the performance, though, because Devlin soon put his sticks down. The band director came out and pulled out one ticket from each of the two huge bowls they’d set up on the stage.
He said something, which I missed. Somebody screamed close to the phone that was doing the livestream. Something hot pink flashed by. A woman rushed out, her body encased in a tight white top showing her midriff and a pleated pink skirt and silver heels.
Before Devlin could even properly stand up, she grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him.
“Oh my God, is she pushing her tongue into his mouth?” I asked, torn between amusement and horror.
“I think so. Dev looks like somebody’s feeding him a hairball.”
I laughed. “He doesn’t look that bad.” Okay, his eyes were slightly bugged out, but maybe he was just shocked at the level of enthusiasm coming from the woman who won the kiss.
The kiss went on and on, and Devlin started to get into it. Probably to give the woman her money’s worth. The kiss raffle tickets were five bucks apiece. And who knew how many tickets the woman had bought?
Killian smirked. “Devlin’s never going to bring his harem around again after this.”