Saint:
I’ve faced down rival clubs, risked my life on endless highways, and stared down more than my share of rough situations. But nothing—absolutely nothing—has me as rattled as this: standing in my own living room, wearing a fitted black suit, waiting for the backyard wedding of my dreams to start. It’s my wedding day, and I’m a bundle of nerves in a way I never thought I’d be.
“You good, boss?” Blaze asks, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. He’s rocking a similar suit, complete with a tie that matches the white color scheme Shay insisted on. I glance at him, not missing the mischievous grin tugging at his lips.
“Just never pictured this,” I admit, swallowing hard. “Me, in a suit, about to get married… and actually so damn happy I might float away.”
Blaze chuckles, giving me a fir
