Dave stood very still while he waited in line with the other groomsmen. Everyone else pulled at their collars or adjusted their cufflinks. Not Dave. He’d had plenty of experience wearing a uniform that rubbed and pinched in places, and this suit actually felt great.
Finally, the women came out of the bride’s room, and Brooklynn stepped to his side, a beaming smile on her face.
“All ready?” he asked.
“Aunt Mabel’s finishing up,” she said, linking her arm through his. “Don’t you dare let me fall in these ridiculous heels.” She glanced at her feet. “I don’t see why I have to wear them. You’re not that much taller than me.”
He was, but he wasn’t going to argue with her. “You’ll be okay,” he said instead, tucking her arm tighter against him. “I’ve got you.”
And he did have her. They’d been
