Chapter 15
From the front passenger seat of his Land Cruiser, Kyle studied his brother with amusement. “Why the hell are you so twitchy? I’m the one getting married.”
Griff grunted, his eyes making the circuit of side mirror to rear view to straight ahead for what felt like the nine-thousandth time. “We should have gone to Knoxville.”
“There wasn’t time to get to Knoxville and back before our one o’clock appointment with the judge. Hell, even making it to Johnson City and back is pushing it, but by damn, I’m marrying Abbey in a tux and bringing her a dress. I know she said she didn’t care, but I don’t want her to look back on our wedding day and regret it isn’t more special.”
“That’s sweet and all, but Johnson City is the closest town of any size. Which means any paparazzi hanging arou
