“God, you look so handsome.” Sandy pinned the red rose boutonniere on Cam’s lapel and just looked at him—her sweet, steady son—tears pricking her eyes. He’d grown into such a good man.
Never one to miss the subtleties, he cupped his hands beneath her elbows and frowned. “Mom?”
She sniffed. “Don’t mind me. I’m just having a moment. You were six years old yesterday, and now you’re about to walk down the aisle to marry a wonderful woman and start your life together. I’m a little emotional.” She brushed imaginary lint off his tux jacket shoulders.
Cam looked to his groomsmen. “Can y’all give us a few minutes?”
“Sure thing,” Tucker said. He and Brody headed for the door.
Mitch paused, slapping a hand on Cam’s back. “You’ve got five minutes before you need to head down to the fountain, cuz.
