Page 148 of Mr. Broody

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Page 148 of Mr. Broody

The music starts, and the bridesmaids walk down the aisle, Jade bringing up the rear in a conservative pink satin dress that hides her legs. I can’t wait to see it on our floor tonight.

We decided to move out of The Nest and are renting a house close by while our house is being renovated. We just felt as though we needed a little more room for ourselves, especially since Jade is still weirded out at the idea of doing it with Bodhi’s room being right next door. Conor and Tweetie’s roommate situation has outlived its desirability for them both, so Conor moved into my old place.

After lots of discussion, Jade and I decided to add an entire floor to her grandma’s place so that there’s room to grow our family. We’re interviewing contractors now, and thankfully, Reed knows some woman named Maddie who makes a living flipping houses. He thinks she’ll be perfect.

The bridal march starts and everyone stands and turns their attention to the back of the church. Eloise stands at the end of the aisle before the white runner with flowers strewn over it, and she forces a smile. I look at the groom and find him talking to his best man instead of staring at Eloise.

She’s not looking at him either. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my eyes off Jade at our wedding.

Eloise walks down the aisle and doesn’t really look up or smile. Her gaze never falls to Tristan, and he’s too busy snickering with his friends to give her the attention she deserves. Jade bites her lip and whispers something to Eloise as she hands Jade the bouquet, but Eloise shakes her head and turns to face Tristan.

“Everyone may be seated,” the officiant says. He begins the ceremony, and the entire time, Eloise appears fidgety, glancing at the door. Then the officiant gets to the part that always makes me hold my breath, though I don’t know why. Nothing’s ever happened. “Does anyone have any objections as to why these two shall not be married today?”

The doors of the church burst open, and I startle with the loud boom of them hitting the walls.

“I object!” a familiar voice shouts from the end of the aisle.

I turn to see who it is. “Conor?”

What the hell is going on?

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