Ready to Wed (Ready #1.5)(16)

“Your makeup is just fine, and I will be there to touch it up if needed, so calm down. There’s just one more thing and I think you’re going to like it,” she said with a wicked grin.

“For your something blue, I considered doing the blue garter thing, which is both traditional and sexy, but then I decided to take it one step further. So, I went shopping, and forgive me….my one step further went a little crazy. But picturing you in blue on our wedding night kind of drove me insane. Enjoy, and I’ll see you soon. I love you, Logan.”

I gave Leah a look, and asked, “Do I need to send my mother out of the room?”

“Oh please, Sweetheart. Like I didn’t know why you two were late last night,” my mother said with a flick of the wrist.

“Oh my God, I’m going to go in the corner and die now,” I said, as Leah muffled a laugh.

“Oh, come on. It’s only lingerie. It’s not like your mom hasn’t owned a thong or two,” Leah said.

I gave her a hard look and motioned over to Maddie who was busy reading a book on the floor, completely oblivious to our conversation. Thank God.

“First of all—Maddie is right there. Second of all—gross.”

“You know, you always use Maddie as an excuse, but ninety percent of the time, she’s never paying attention when I’m talking, so it’s a really lame excuse.”

I opened my mouth to offer a rebuttal, but she was actually right. How did that happen? I wonder if Leah was more observant than I thought. Nah.

“So, let’s see this lingerie!” Cece exclaimed and I tried not to think about the fact my mother and soon-to-be mother in law were getting excited over my wedding night lingerie.

Leah pulled out an elegantly wrapped package and waited and watched as I unwrapped it.

“Oh, hurry the hell up, Clare!” she huffed as I carefully opened the gift.

“The wrapping paper is pretty!”

“And you’re going to take it home with you?” she asked.

“Well, no…”

“So, then…hurry! Otherwise, you’re going to be late for your own wedding!”

“Okay, okay!”

I hurried up and had the box opened and was face to face with the most gorgeous undergarments I’d ever seen.

“These did not come from Victoria’s Secret,” I said.

“No. No, they did not,” was all Leah could manage. I think I heard Ella say holy shit under her breath at the same time.

There must have been thousands of dollars of lingerie in there. A beautiful dark blue satin and lace corset with a matching blue thong lay amongst layers of tissue paper. White stockings with little blue bows and, of course, a blue garter was also in there.

“You know what this means?” Leah said.

“My fiancé has a shopping problem?”

“Nope, we’ve got to strip you down again and get you all sexified.”

Awesome…putting on the lingerie I will wear on my wedding night…with my mom and new mother-in-law.

Great way to bond.

Chapter Nine

~Logan~

I was quickly discovering that being the groom on the day of a wedding was vastly different than being the bride. As Clare was being primped and pampered, going from appointment to appointment doing whatever it was that women did for these types of things, I was sitting in the bar with the guys.

“We really should have planned this day out a bit better,” Colin said, taking a swig from his half empty beer.

“When I woke up this morning and realized I had an entire day with nothing to do, I thought we had it made. But dude, this is f**king boring. I’d rather be golfing.”

I hated golfing. It was what rich people did to appear outdoorsy, and I’d been around it my entire life. My father was a huge golfer, and I had spent many summers caged up in a golf cart following him around while he tried to explain the virtues of the game.

“Golf is important Logan. I’ve made many important business deals over a good game of golf,” he’d said. Yeah, whatever.

The fact that I’d rather be out hitting golf balls spoke volumes of the depth of my boredom.

“How long does it take to get ready for a wedding?” I asked.

“Really f**king long,” Colin answered, “Don’t you remember doing this same damn thing at my wedding? Those girls were gone for years getting ready. Damn if I couldn’t tell the difference when she walked down the aisle either.”

I gave him a look, the look I’d been giving him for years that told him he was crossing the line into his douchebag alter-ego. Colin and I had been best friends since college and I’d quickly learned he was cocky, self-assured and outspoken. Sometimes the combination of those got out of hand, and he went from being what women would classify as cute and cocky to instant jackass.

“No, man…I don’t mean it like that. I just meant that she was already gorgeous. She could have spent an entire week getting herself pampered and ready to walk down that aisle, or she could have showed up in a paper sack, and I still would have thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Damn, Colin. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say something so poetic before in my entire life. Garrett—write this down,” I said, motioning to my soon-to-be brother in law who was also nursing a beer next to us. “Colin just said something heartfelt and touchy-feely. I want evidence.”