Chapter 8
“PRESTON, BABY, YOU JUST have to walk from daddy down here to me, okay?” Leah’s pleading fell on deaf ears.
As their cranky ring bearer screwed up his face and began to bawl, Myles was wishing he was deaf.
Piper’s sister cringed in mortification, holding her son by his little shoulders. “Sweetheart, there’s no need for all that.”
Big, fat tears rolled down his reddened face and his wail echoed off the nearby buildings. Gram heaved a long-suffering sigh. They’d been trying to coax him down the aisle for fifteen minutes.
Looking embarrassed himself, Elliott started apologizing. “I’ll just take him down.”
Myles broke from his position beneath the pergola and headed toward the chaos. “Let me try.” He crouched down in front of his soon-to-be nephew. “Hey, little man.”
The waili
