My brother looked so much like a younger version of our father with how he was dressed—minus the cut. In the weeks since he’d come to Colombia with me, he’d been working his ass off. Not only had he stepped in to run the Ramirez business, but he’d also been showing Cali that he was all in with her and Justice. Unlike with work, where he was already making strides, his progress was slower with the woman he loved. But Cali was finally starting to believe that he meant what he said.

Cali had dressed up a little too, acting as my maid of honor. She’d pulled her hair up into some kind of classic knot and was wearing a peach-colored sundress. It was sleeveless and ended right above her knees, showing off her long legs. She looked so much healthier than she had right after giving birth. The stress of worrying over Justice and recovering from major surgery had taken its toll on her, but now that Justice was doing so well, she actually seemed to glow.

“I don’t think it would matter if you were ready or not,” my friend said with a light laugh as she glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the garden. “You have maybe two minutes before Ryan comes for you if you don’t get out there soon.”

I tightened my hold on Dad’s arm. “I’m ready,” I told them confidently.

“Good,” Garret said, relief making his face relax. “Because she wasn’t kidding. He’s pacing and making the priest antsy. Guzman is standing guard in case the poor old man tries to bolt.”

“Well, lead the way, son,” Dad told him. “Let’s get your sister married before we have to find another officiant.”

My brother smirked and held out his arm to Cali. “May I?”

She rolled her eyes at him before giving me a wink and accepting his proffered arm. “Since I need to pump soon, I guess we should hurry this along. The hospital called a little while ago and said their supply for Justice is running low.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Yeah, let’s rush this along so we can take our girl some dinner.”

“Relax,” she said with another roll of her eyes, but she was unable to hide the amusement in her voice. “She’s not going to starve. They have enough for a few more feedings.”

That didn’t soothe him, and he only increased his pace. “I want to cuddle my baby girl before visiting hours are over.”

“Me too,” Cali said with a wistful sigh. “I can’t wait until we can bring her home… But I’m scared to bring her home. Does that even make sense?”

“Perfect sense, babe,” Garret assured her. “I’m scared too. What if we break her?”

Their gazes locked for a moment as they walked in front of us, and I could actually see the sparks flying between the two of them. But then Cali blinked and cleared her throat. “Thank goodness we have your parents, huh?”