Remy (Real Book 3)

Will you still love me if I marry you in a dress Racer just baptized with a little bit of sweet baby vomit?

I stare down at Brooke’s text, and quickly type back, Yes.

I wait for her to reply, but getting nothing for a moment, I write, I fucking love you. Don’t let me stand here like some moron today.

Never! Not even if I had to walk naked up to you.

Don’t fucking do that.

I’d kill someone for sure.

All right. Plus you know our son pukes roses so . . . it’s okay!

Right.

I chuckle as I tuck away my phone and watch the church fill up with people. Including Melanie’s new boyfriend.

“That’s him,” Pete tells Riley. “Melanie showed me a picture on her phone the other day.”

Riley is speechless for a moment. “You’re shitting me.”

“What? Nothing else to say?” Pete baits. “He’s almost as good-looking as Remington.”

“I’ll bet he’s got a choad for a dick.”

“And . . . he’s also got manners. He’s waiting for her by the door,” Pete baits.

“Well, I could do that, but we’re kind of busy up here with Rem,” Riley grumbles.

“Will you both excuse me for a second? I believe that, over there, is mine,” Pete says, pointing at Brooke’s sister.