Page 126 of Going Down On One Knee
“And, seriously, could you tell your mom to lay off on the matchmaking?” Jase spoke from the side of his mouth. “She’s been parading women through the shop like they’re walking a catwalk. It’s distracting as fuck.”
Pops cleared his throat louder.
“Now’s a good time to shut it,” Dean mumbled beside Jase as Velma emerged from the hallway on her dad’s arm. Brek’s breath caught at his collarbone. Her grandmother’s lace covered her gown, and she held a simple bouquet of red roses. His almost-wife was beautiful every day, but today he couldn’t peel his eyes from her.
Pregnancy seemed to agree with Velma. He’d never seen her happier than she had been over the past months.
She winked, and he felt warmth in his gut.
He forced his gaze to Tucker and nodded.
Tuck cleared his throat. “Brek, uh, asked me to sing something special for Velma. So, this is for her.”
Velma narrowed her eyes slightly and raised a questioning brow. Tucker was a rocker, but he had a cowboy soul. Brek had convinced him to let it shine today.
Tuck dropped his voice low and sang directly to Velma—one of those sappy-ass country songs she loved. She smiled huge, stepping toward Brek and their future. The toes of her white satin slippers peeked from under her grandmother’s lace—Aspen had come through on the shoes—and her face went soft, her eyes bright.
Everything in the world was right.
“I love you,” she mouthed.
Three. Little. Words. Only three. And they meant everything.
