Since the land that Grayson owns is huge, Alex and Joshua are going to stay on the property. Once construction starts, it will ensure that someone is always there, and they will also have privacy.

Oliver is going to stay with Stella, which should be hilarious.

I shift so I’m on my stomach, looking at him. “Okay, well, we don’t have a lot of time then.”

“Which is part of my plan.”

“Oh? You have a plan?”

His grin deepens and that dimple I love becomes prominent. “I always have plans for you, love.”

“Good to know, but what about the wedding?”

“I want to get married at the lake.”

“Really?”

“Where did you think I’d want to marry you?”

I lift one shoulder. “No clue, but . . .” I sort of thought he’d pick the beach house. It’s where we became Jessica and Grayson—or Gressica, as I like to joke to make his head explode. I wasn’t actually excited by the idea, but this is, well . . . “I think that’s perfect.”

I love that lake. The lake is new. The lake is where our future is. It’s where we’ll build this new life.

“It’s why we have to do it soon, before it’s ruined by trucks and construction.”

“You have very sound logic.”

He laughs. “I will say just about anything to get you to agree.”

I push myself closer to him, kissing him softly. “You don’t have to say anything more.”

Epilogue

Grayson

“Calm down,” Jack says as he claps me on the back. “She’ll be here. Chicks take a long time for these things.”

“Is this coming from all your experience with women and weddings?”

He snorts. “No, but it was meant to be comforting since I’m your best man and everything.”

“Well, it wasn’t.”

Choosing Jack to be my best man was a no brainer. I have three very competitive brothers, and having to decide between them felt like a minefield where I was surely going to get blown up, so I avoided it.

Plus, Jack is like a brother. There is no one who isn’t blood who I trust as much as him.

“Well, have a shot then, that should calm you.”

I’m not nervous. Not the way he thinks. Jessica will be here, I have no doubts about that. It’s more of an anxious excitement. I’m ready for this. I love her, and I want to start our lives as husband and wife.

Jack hands me a shot of whiskey, and I take it before we raise our glass. “To brotherhood.”

It’s what we’ve said each time we toast. “To brotherhood.”

The liquid burns its way down, warming me along the way.

“Did Amelia get ready with Jess?”

“Yeah, she said she’s a girl and needs to be with them.”