Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 125248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
God crossed his arms. “To be fair, cops don’t use first names.”
Day nodded. “And you’ve always just answered to Ro.”
“It’s a nickname for my long last name, obviously.”
Ruxs threw out both hands. “How were we supposed to know? You could’ve been named Roscoe.”
Ro looked ready to swing.
Furi smiled. “Or Rodolfo.”
“Roman,” Michaels added.
“Roosevelt,” Day said.
Ro flipped them all the bird
Johnson kissed the side of Ro’s head. “Ignore them, Sash.”
The second round of laughter was worse.
Ro shoved at Johnson’s chest, but Johnson held on to him easily.
God laughed despite himself.
A van pulled up near the house.
A woman climbed out first, brisk and stylish in dark slacks. Two others got out behind her carrying garment bags, and a big steel case.
Fox clapped his hands once. “All right, fellas. Let’s take this inside. Tailors are here.”
Curtis’s voice carried from across the grass. “Already?”
Fox shouted back, “Let’s go. Ride-a-cowboy time is over.”
Dale guided the horse back at an easy pace, with Curtis still sitting proudly in front of him.
Genesis moved to meet him, and Curtis reached for him before Dale finished easing the horse to a halt.
“You’re looking a little jealous, Godfrey.” Dale tipped his hat toward him, giving him a teasing wink. “You wanna ride too?”
“Fuck. All. The Way. Off,” God gritted.
Day laughed.
Dale let out a low, deep chuckle, before he clicked his tongue, turned his big beast around, and kicked her into a fast gallop.
God slipped hand into his husband’s as Fox herded everyone toward the house for tux fittings, measurements, and whatever else came with that.
Ugh, a tux.
He always felt his neck was too big for a tie.
His brother better be glad he loved him so much.
God
Dusk had settled over Bull and Fox’s property in layers of peach, rose, and violet. The last golden rays of sun spilled across the pastures, turning the white wedding tent into something almost dreamlike.
Lights had been strung from post to post, from barn to fence line, from the massive oak near the ceremonial arch all the way across the lawn.
Lanterns hung from tree branches. Candles flickered in hurricane glasses lining the walkways. The grass had been cut in such a pristine crisscross pattern it looked artificial, and flowers spilled from barrels and buckets in damn near every color.
Fox hadn’t lied.
Their ranch knew how to host a wedding.
Across the lawn, the reception tent stood open on all sides, its white fabric glowing under the ropes of lights.
Inside, round tables had been dressed in cream linen and set with gold-rimmed plates and glasses.
A dance floor stood in the center, polished smooth and waiting for the kind of bad decisions only liquor and good music could produce.
A few of Bull’s hands in crisp white shirts bearing the ranch’s logo led guests—who wanted a tour— around the property on horseback.
It was mostly women who’d volunteered. They’d come dressed for a wedding and somehow decided side-saddle flirting with cowboys was the perfect prewedding activity.
Vickie, God’s former secretary, was currently on her fourth ride with her fourth cowboy.
Day leaned into God, watching her disappear down the gravel path again. “She’s gonna marry one of them before the cake’s cut.”
“Last thing I wanna do is attend another wedding.” God took a long swig of his beer and set the bottle down, then tugged at his necktie.
He didn’t know why he was so anxious…or nervous…or was he excited? Hell, he didn’t know.
They were all together for the first time since they’d been shut down and he didn’t know what he was going to say to his guys about leaving the East Coast for good.
Each of them had their own vision for their own futures, and whether God liked their decision or not, he’d had no say in it.
Tonight, the entire team were dressed like waiters at a Beverly Hills restaurant. God was shedding his jacket and tie the second the reverend said, ‘I now pronounce you married.’
Fox stood near the bar in the same tux as him.
Bull was beside him, huge in a dark dress shirt and new tan cowboy hat. He had one arm braced on the bar as a woman in a flowy, yellow summer dress read to them from the paper attached to her clipboard.
Most of God’s team stood a few feet from the bar.
Furi of course stood out in his groomsman tux, his long champagne-gold hair braided back in an elaborate style by Bull’s housekeeper.
“Sasha,” Day called, lifting his glass. “Cheers.”
Ro turned slowly and faced him. “Call me that again.”
“Awww, don’t be like that, Sasha,” Michael sing-songed.
“I hate all of you.”
Johnson slid an arm around Ro’s waist and kissed the side of his head. “I love your name.”
God’s good friend Judge—Michael’s life partner—was having a conversation with Duke and Quick nearby, all three of them dressed nicer than God had ever seen them.
They’d brought a few of their bounty hunters too, men God and his team had crossed paths with over the years on streets.