His eyes narrow. "You sure?"
"I am."
He doesn't say anything for a moment, then the edge of his mouth curves up. "Actually, I believe it'sI do."
"Hilarious." I swat at his chest. "Come on, we need to get going. We can't both be late to our own wedding."
"What ishedoing here?" Court asks as we approach the courthouse.
Howie and Zane are already waiting for us out front.
"We need two witnesses, remember?" I reply innocently, and then, just to be a little shit, add, "Howie is my twin. I wanted him here."
Court growls.Growls. Like a bear in the wild when they feel threatened.
"I meanZane."
You don't say?
We stop walking. If we got any closer to them, the guys could overhear. I pivot to face Court. "Who else should I have asked? Scooter's filming in LA, and Cyrus is back in New York."
"That guy." Court points at a random guy walking on the other side of the street. "You could have asked that guy."
Court is excellent at walking a fine line between being cute and downright annoying. I don't know what it is about Zane that rubs him the wrong way, but I need to nip whatever it is in the bud before it gets out of hand. Zane is a part of my life, and Court is going to have to deal with it.
"Be nice. Zane is my friend, and I refuse to change who I am just because you put a ring on it." He glares right past me at Zaneand narrows his eyes, my attempt at humor flying straight over his head. "Just give the guy a chance," I plead. "I'm sure that once you do, you'll see he's really nice. You might even get to like him."
He swings his gaze to me, his expression softening. "Okay. I'll try.For you."
I grab his hand and grin widely. "See? Compromise. We are going to rock this marriage thing."
12
Courtland
A sudden rush of nerves slams into me as we enter the judge's chamber.
I've been fine all day, fine since Dad and I had that heart-to-heart at Thanksgiving really. I'm a grown man, so maybe I shouldn't care as much as I do, but I like knowing he supports me staying in Clovelly for six months and not diving straight back into medicine in Boston.
But as Buzz, Howie, the other guy, and I enter the dated room—I'm talking beige walls and fluorescent lights—the enormity of what Buzz and I are doing hits me.
Up until this point, I'd been focusing on thewhy. And it's a damn goodwhy. I want to keep the inn in my family. Plain and simple.
But now we're up to thehowpart, and I hadn’t really thought about how this wouldfeel.
It's not an item on a to-do list we're checking off. I'm marrying my best friend in the world. The guy I'm secretly in love with. And he's doing this for me because that's the kind of amazing person he is.
This is hitting me way harder than I thought it would…even with the bad lighting.
The Notary Public is a middle-aged woman with short, silver hair and sensible shoes. Howie and the other guy have taken a seat behind us.
"Are you ready to begin?" she asks, looking between us.
Buzz flashes a smile, showing no signs of doubt or wanting to back out of this. I definitely picked up on something back at the inn, but whatever that was is entirely gone now.
"I'm good," he answers decisively in that low, rumbling voice of his.
He sure is.
