Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
"Sorry for not being honest," Connor says, nodding at Zoya. "I do what she tells me." His gaze darts around the table, a playful smirk on his face. "I don't know if you know it, but she can be terrifying."
"She's always been terrifying," Teo agrees. "She threatened to rip my balls off once. I'm still looking over my shoulder."
"She threatens me every week," Maxim mutters.
"I do not!" she cries in protest as her entire family laughs.
Bastian catches my eye from across the room, motioning for me.
I slide my chair back from the table as everyone teases Zoya, crossing the private dining room to my twin's side.
"What's up?"
"We have a problem," he mutters beneath his breath.
"What problem?"
"Paparazzi snapped pictures of Teo's teammate, Tyson Magara, arriving in town earlier. They also got photos of her and Teo's parents in town."
"Fuck," I growl. "How did they find out that they're here?"
"Don't know, but there is a whole line of cameras at the gates expecting a wedding. Trystan called the Sheriff's Department to run them off, but I don't know how long it'll last. We may very well have helicopters overhead by the time the wedding rolls around tomorrow."
"Fucking wonderful," I mutter, glancing over at Nadia. She's staring up at Teo with a soft smile on her face. He's got his hand on her pregnant belly. No one else in the world even exists to them right now.
"What do you want to do?"
"Keep the paparazzi off the property. I'll come up with something."
Zoya glances up and notices me talking to Bastian. Her brows furrow when I crook a finger, beckoning her over.
Bastian jerks his head in a nod. "Dad and Uncle Trevor are already out there with Trystan. We'll post up at every road leading to the property if that's what it takes."
"Thanks," I mutter as Zoya pads toward us, her hair bouncing around her head in a dark halo.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
"Paparazzi got photos of your parents and Tyson in town earlier. They're lining up at the gates," I murmur, keeping my voice pitched low so no one else overhears.
"Shit. How did they know where to find us?"
"I don't know, but Bastian is worried they may try to fly over during the wedding tomorrow."
Zoya's face falls, her gaze on Nadia and Teo. "What are we going to do?"
"We can move the wedding inside," Bastian suggests.
"No way," Zoya growls. "Nadia has been dreaming about this day for her whole life. They don't get to mess it up now."
"We could move it up."
Zoya and Bastian both look at me like I've lost my mind.
"Think about it," I murmur. "Everyone is already here. Everything is set up and ready to go for the rehearsal. If we do the ceremony tonight instead of the rehearsal, we can still do the reception inside tomorrow. If the paps get planes in the air tomorrow, they won't see a damn thing."
"It's not a bad idea," Bastian murmurs.
"It's a terrible idea," Zoya groans, shaking her head.
"Let Nadia and Teo decide. It's their wedding."
Zoya hesitates for a moment before sighing heavily and crossing to her sister and future brother-in-law to breath the news.
"Trystan told me that the two of you are switching offices," Bastian murmurs to me as Zoya whispers back and forth with her sister and Teo.
"Did he?"
"You going to tell me why, or do I have to guess?"
"Felt like a change," I lie.
"Right." My twin snorts softly. "I'm guessing your change is about five-foot-two with hazel eyes?"
I shoot a glance in his direction.
"I've been busy, motherfucker, not blind," he say. "Anyone with eyes can see the way you look at her."
"You mean the same way you've been looking at our new marketing expert?" I ask, one brow arched. He can't keep his eyes off Constance Maverick.
"Fuck," Bastian mutters, genuine surprise flickering in his expression.
"I've been busy, motherfucker, not blind," I say, smirking at him. "You like her."
"How about I mind my goddamn business, and you mind yours?"
"Fair enough." I pause. "You talk to Ridley yet?"
"About expanding?" He waits for me to nod before he sighs. "Yeah. It's a solid idea, like you said. But it's going to take a whole helluva lot of capital."
"We can swing it."
Bastian grunts noncommittally. He won't agree until he has thoroughly reviewed every detail himself. It's just the way he is.
Zoya catches my gaze, nodding slightly.
"Looks like we're having a wedding tonight," I murmur to my twin.
"Looks that way," he says as Teo rises to his feet, clearing his throat. "I'll get the judge here."
The next two hours are a flurry of activity as everyone jumps into action to pull this wedding off a full day ahead of schedule. Bastian calls in my mom and aunts for reinforcements. As soon as they hear what's going on, they spring into action.
Before I know it, they're rushing the bridal party away for hair and makeup while my Uncle Eli and Uncle Nathan help my cousins and Teo's teammates hang lanterns all over the property to light it up.