Page 228 of Renegade
As Greystone tied his brother’s bow tie, Teddy murmured, “I’m heading back to Boston tomorrow. Are you and Caroline coming?”
“No. I’m takin’ the next two weeks to focus on flying.”
Teddy flashed a smile. “Nice. That’ll be good for you.”
Greystone finished tying the knot. “Check it out.”
Teddy eyed himself in a nearby mirror. “Nice.”
Luciano and Gabriel joined them.
“Greystone, it means a lot that you’re here,” Luciano said.
“Same,” Greystone replied.
Luciano extracted two ring boxes from his tux pocket, offered the wedding bands to Greystone. “Be my best man.”
Greystone shifted his attention from Luciano to Gabriel, then to Teddy. Both these brothers were much closer to Luciano than he was.
“I thought Gabriel was your best man,” Greystone said.
Gabriel slapped him on the back. “You should do it.”
“Take the rings,” Luciano urged.
“You got it, Lulu.” Greystone slipped the rings into his tux pants pocket.
It felt damn good to be back, and even better building relationships with his brothers again.
“Where’s Caroline?” Luciano asked.
“She and Slash are gettin’ ready in a suite,” Greystone replied.
Once the groomsmen had finished dressing, their assigned attendant made his way over.
“Let’s get a few group shots.”
The groomsmen surrounded Luciano and the assistant snapped several photos. “These look great! Let’s get Mr. Santini married, shall we?”
TWENTY MINUTES LATER,the wedding party filed into Washington National Cathedral. Greystone had broken rank. Instead of riding in the limo with the groomsmen, he and Caroline had driven over together.
As they made their way inside, he clasped her hand. “You look stunning, Bella.”
She’d worn an off-the-shoulder black dress, pulled her hair into a beautiful updo that highlighted her diamond earrings.
She smiled. “You look hot, hot, hot.”
Inside they went with the other guests, but rather than head toward the groomsman’s salon, Greystone offered her his arm. “I’ll escort you to your seat.”
She slipped her hand around his biceps and gave him a little squeeze. “Lead the way, Rambo.”
He escorted her past the rows and rows of pews, stopping in front of the sign that said, Reserved for Family. There, he kissed her cheek and waited until she was seated. “Save me a dance.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Her adorable smile made him smile as he made his way toward the back of the majestic church that could hold well over a thousand guests. As he swept his gaze over the already-seated crowd, he guesstimated five hundred, with more filing in. He would want a smaller, more intimate gathering, but they hadn’t had a second to talk wedding plans, hadn’t even set a date. Now that they were back in the DMV, that was about to change.
Dakota and Providence entered the church, and Greystone stopped to say hello.
