Preening. I also suspect...” She trailed off, not sure if Greg had picked up on the way Drew talked about Abigail. “So... where, dammit?”
He sighed and glanced out on the floor. “Do you see the woman Drew's dancing with? The one that looks like she wants to gut him? Yeah. That's my ex.”
It took Yvonne about two seconds to spot them. They were slow dancing. Her brown skin looked flushed and...And, well, Abigail was nothing like Yvonne imagined. Outside of the scowl Abigail directed at Drew, she looked soft, pretty and curvy. Greg never talked bad about her. That just wasn't him. Yvonne expected...something else. Abigail pushed away from Drew and stalked away.
“She's beautiful.”
“Yvonne,” Greg said, concern coloring his tone.
“Statement of fact. No jealousy.”
“You expected a troll.”
She laughed and then kissed him since he was right.
“I leave you guys alone for two seconds and you're already dry-humping each other in public.”
Drew.
She sighed at the same time Greg did, but he spoke first, “We weren't the only ones. How's Abigail?”
“Abby didn't unman me. I think she's getting soft in her old age.”
Yvonne shook her head, not quite understanding the banter between them. “You guys are strange.”
Drew laughed but maybe for the first time since she'd known him, there was an edge to it. “That's an understatement, Yvonne.”
Greg's hand tightened on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
She met his gaze. “Am I waking up with you tomorrow and the day after that? So on and so forth.”
He cupped her face. “Yeah. Forever and always. I wouldn't have asked you to be my wife if I didn't mean it.”
How did she get so damn lucky? Her heart filled with joy. “Then I'm more than good.”
She started to say something else when Drew tapped a fork lightly against his champagne flute.
His cousin said, “Time for the sappy speech.”
Yvonne winced. “I forgot to check it.”
This time Drew's laugh had no edge but it did not give her any comfort. He stood before either she or Greg could grab him. She put a hand over her face and waited for the worse of it.
“We are all here to celebrate the union between Greg and Yvonne. There was a time when one of them dreamed of this day. The color coordination. The preacher who would officiate the event. The dress. Even had mental pictures of the orchids in the bouquet.” He paused, smiled at them. “So, Greg did it turn out as you dreamed?”
She peeked from behind her hand to see her husband grinning. If they were anywhere else, he might have flipped his cousin off. Instead Greg simply said, “Yes. Though I'm still angry you didn't wear the dress I bought you. It brought out your eyes.”
Drew snorted and focused back on the room. “Two years ago, I saw these two together for the first time. Even though I'm not the best candidate to talk about everlasting love, I know it when I see it. There was sparks. Some lust.”
“Drew,” she muttered.
He ignored her. “Most importantly, when they locked eyes you could feel it in the air. You could see it on their faces that these two were meant to be. So I can stand up here much longer and make dirty jokes. Or trot out all the embarrassing stories I have. That would definitely take a while.” Drew lifted his glass. “But none of that matters. Today is about true love. To Mr. and Mrs. Woods.”
Yvonne rested her head on Greg's shoulder. Yeah. She didn't understand the banter sometimes but there was no question why Greg and Drew were best friends. She whispered to him, “He's sweet when he wants to be.”
Greg cleared his throat. “Yeah.”
Hearing the emotion in her husband's voice, Yvonne lifted her head and smiled simply because she couldn't stop whenever she looked at him. “To true love?”
His eyes were soft and filled with love. “Always and forever.”
They didn't lift their glasses but they sealed that toast, that promise with a kiss.
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