They both nodded at Tate as he came towards them with a smile on his face. Ever since becoming friends with Lucas, Erik and Phillip, along with the captain, Shea, and Erik’s brother, Jakob, Tate had been more at ease, and hadn’t had an anxiety attack in months. Ever since the death of his mother, father, and sister, they had been out of control when he felt completely alone. Coming to Nashville was probably the best thing that happened to him. He never felt alone; someone was always calling him and wanting to hang out. He wished it was of the female variety, definitely the Brunette Beauty, but still, he had friends and that was almost enough. At least for now it was.
“You’re late,” Erik said before tucking his phone into his pocket, “It’s starting in a few. My brother and Harper are already inside.”
“Okay, let’s go then,” Tate said cocking his head towards the entrance of the wedding hall. As the three men made their way into the hall, Tate noticed the second glances he and his friends were receiving. It was nice to be noticed, but for some reason Tate didn’t believe it was he who was making the girls look twice. With a shake of his head, trying to find the confidence he knew he had, Tate returned a few of the smiles that came his way as he followed behind Erik and Phillip.
Once in their seats, which were two rows behind Erik’s brother, Jakob, Shea, their boss, Eleanor Adler, and two other girls Tate didn’t recognize, the three man all leaned back, scoping out the place. Lucas had told Tate that Fallon had gone nuts with the theme and he wasn’t lying. A massive number of umbrellas hung from the ceiling. Lights hung from the inside, making it look as if it were raining, while rain did fall onto the umbrellas. How Fallon managed to do that was a mystery to Tate, but it was pretty awesome looking.
The altar area was done in white and champagne colored sheer fabric; it was hung in different directions and filled with big white flowers. Tate didn’t know what kind of flowers they were but they were magnificent and huge. Things sparkled in various places along the fabric and flowers, catching Tate’s eye. Hanging above the altar, were three huge white umbrellas with large sparkling chandeliers underneath them. The aisle was covered with the buds of the white flower along with more glitter and sparkle. Fallon sure did like things that sparkle. Overall, the hall was gorgeous and Tate couldn’t wait to see the bride. He knew she was going to outshine everything.
“Lucas wants me to meet his sister-in-law.”
Tate turned to see Phillip looking around the hall.
“Is she hot?” Erik asked.
“Apparently. I mean look at Fallon, she is f**king hot as hell, so hopefully the sister is too,” Phillip said, turning on his 100-watt smile.
Tate rolled his eyes before saying, “She’s my neighbor.”
Phillip laughed, “Well expect to see me in the morning if she is hot. I don’t plan on going home alone tonight.”
Erik chuckled as Tate shook his head. Phillip would have sex with a rock, as long as it had bumps that looked like boobs. The dude was hopeless.
“Hey, Erik, that girl you were telling me about…is that her?” Phillip asked. Tate looked up to see him pointing ahead of them. He was pointing to a girl who sat beside Jakob. Her long brown hair went down past her bare shoulders in an elegant looking braid.
Erik nodded, a slow easy smile going across his lips, “Yup and she doesn’t give two shits about me.”
Phillip laughed as Tate asked, “Who is she?”
“My brother’s sister-in-law, Reese. She just got back from New York and dude, she is f**king smoking.”
Phillip nodded as Tate lengthened his neck to get a better look. She was gorgeous, but Tate’s eyes were drawn to the girl beside Reese who had chosen that moment to look behind her. She was a more petite version of Reese, and had the most intoxicating blue eyes ever. She was gorgeous.
“Who’s the girl beside her? She is gorgeous,” Tate found himself asking.
Erik shrugged his shoulder, “That’s her twin sister, Piper. She’s okay, I guess.”
“Okay?” Tate asked dumbfounded.
Was he crazy? The girl was gorgeous.
Just then, the music to Gavin DeGraw’s More than Anyone started and everyone turned to see the back doors open, revealing Lucas and, who Tate guessed, was the minister. Lucas had a charming smile on his face as he made his way down the aisle, behind the minister. As he walked he would grin at people he knew. When he saw Tate, he gave him a nod before going up the steps towards the altar. Tate turned back towards the doors just in time to see Aiden grinning at him as he made his way down the aisle. The little guy was looking dashing in a sleek looking black suit. His unruly hair was brushed to the side and Tate couldn’t believe how much older he looked as he made his way towards his dad.
Once Aiden took his spot beside his dad as the best man, Tate watched as both of them looked back towards the doors. Tate turned, and suddenly felt like his legs were going to come out from beneath him. Because coming towards him was his Brunette Beauty. She was stunning, gorgeous, breathtaking; Tate could go on for hours describing her beauty. His eyes ran up her body, taking in a pair of insanely high sparkly heels, before drinking in the sight of her legs that disappeared into a short champagne colored dress that was spilt down the middle of her chest, showing off her fine br**sts. She was mouthwatering, and as his eyes settled on her face, the overwhelming need to have her, hit him in full force. And he thought he had gotten over her.
What an idiot.
Somehow, Tate had missed Fallon’s entrance. He only noticed her for a second when his Brunette Beauty took the bouquet from her, so that she could hold hands with Lucas. Of course, Fallon looked beautiful but honestly she had nothing on his Brunette Beauty. Tate’s eyes never left her face, he couldn’t look away. He just wanted her to look at him, he wanted their eyes to meet, and he wanted that moment when everything would hit her like it was hitting him. She was gorgeous, stunning. Usually he couldn’t take his eyes off Fallon, she was so hot, but she was no comparison to his Brunette Beauty.