The intensity in his eyes unravels me, and as crazy as it sounds, I find myself nodding along because it’s the only thing that makes sense.

“Tonight,” I murmur my agreement, my fingers moving reverently over his face. “Make me yours, Lawson Montgomery. And don’t ever let me go again.”

20

Mercedes

The benefit of Judge being a Sovereign Son is that his word can move mountains. In the span of time it takes for me to shower and do my hair and makeup, he’s already got an army assembled downstairs in my condo.

There’s a moment of surprise when I see Solana, Georgie, Ivy, and Santiago are all waiting for me. But that moment is quickly swept up in the chaos as Solana and Ivy usher me upstairs to try on wedding dresses.

“Don’t worry.” Solana starts fingering through the hanging bags on the rack they set up in the nursery. “I gave the stylist a brief rundown of your style.”

I can see that, and I’m glad for it. Because only a few dresses in the whole display are white. The others are golds, blacks, emerald greens, and most importantly, red. Specifically, crimson. That’s the first one I see. The first one that beckons me, and when I pull it out to examine it, I already know this will be the one.

“Solana.” My gratitude falls from my lips on a quiet breath.

“I know.” She smiles. “But I can’t take all the credit. I have to say, if having designer dresses delivered on demand is one of the perks of The Society, I’m totally on board for that benefit.”

Ivy and I both laugh, and Solana helps me remove the gown from the bag before holding it up to me. The garment is stunning, a rich velvet piece with off-the-shoulder straps. It’s simple but elegant and will show off my pregnancy, so I suspect Judge will love it. But first, I have to get into the thing.

When I start to remove my robe, Solana heads back to the rack, rifling through some pieces on the end section before she tosses me a lacy black pair of underwear and a strapless bra.

"For the wedding night,” she says slyly. “Although I have a feeling you two have already celebrated, judging by the flush on your cheeks.”

The flush spreads as I give her my back and slip the bra and panties on.

“We’re going to have to catch up on all this, by the way,” Ivy says. “But there isn’t time tonight because apparently your lawman is in a big hurry to drag you down the aisle.”