Rock Chick Reckoning (Rock Chick #6)(153)

Luke’s eyes moved to the dance floor. Ava’s came to me.

“Crap, I hadn’t thought of that,” Ava breathed.

Luke’s gaze came back and he asked, “They’re al adults, including Mace. Why would it be a problem?”

“Mace can be unpredictable,” I told Luke.

At my words, Luke threw his head back and let out of bark of laughter like I was being funny.

I was, by the way, not.

Ava and I stared at him.

When he was done laughing, his dark blue eyes were dancing and he informed me, “Mace is the one of the steadiest men I know.”

I stared at him a beat wondering if he knew a different Mace than I knew then I mumbled, “Obviously you’ve never pissed him off.”

Luke started chuckling and said, “Nope. Try to avoid that.”

“Shit, what do you think Indy wil think of Tom and Lana?” Ava put in and we al looked back to the dance floor.

Indy was dancing with Malcolm and as our eyes hit them, Malcolm swung Indy out and she col ided with Lana. Both women’s bodies tumbled, Tom’s arms went around Lana, Malcolm jerked Indy into his before she could fal . Indy and Lana’s gazes locked, Indy burst out laughing and gestured to Lana. They pul ed away from the men and started swinging each other around.

“Don’t think she’l mind,” Luke muttered.

I smiled at Ava.

The wedding had gone off without a hitch. This was mostly due to Tod’s impeccable planning. It was also partial y due to a number of off-duty but stil uniformed Denver Police checking everyone’s names against lists Tod made for them and patrol ing the Red Rocks Amphitheater and facilities so no one was kidnapped or shot at which would have ruined the vibe for sure.

Indy and Lee had been married on the Upper Terrace at Red Rocks with nothing but the panoramic views as decoration. There were no flowers, no ribbons, no urns, just some chairs set up and only the romantical y-clad Rock Chicks, the angelic Indy, the Denver skyline and the red rocks formations setting the scene.

It was perfect.

They could have had the reception there but Indy and Tod decided not to because they didn’t want folks getting snockered so far away from a taxi cal .

Indy had said that Lee wasn’t into “this wedding business” but I found myself thinking he changed his mind when Tom guided Indy onto the terrace. You could hear al the air being sucked out of the night sky when his eyes settled on her.

She was smiling at him and looked as calm and serene as she had al day.

Lee wasn’t smiling. He stood frozen and was, no other way to put it, staring with slightly parted lips as if he’d never seen her before in his life but he stil was going to carry her to a deserted island and ravish her the instant their toes touched the sand.

Hank was best man and standing next to Lee then it was Eddie, Darius, Luke, Monty, Mace, Vance and Wil ie. Al y was maid of honor, then Andrea, Marianne, Ava, Jet, Roxie, Daisy then Jules.

Lee’s eyes never left Indy, not when Tom was giving her away and not when Tom gave her the father’s kiss.

But when Tom placed Indy’s hand in Lee’s, his fingers closed around hers and you could see the sharp tug right before her body slammed into his. One of his arms went around her waist, the other hand bunched in her hair and he kissed her right then and there.

And it wasn’t a chaste peck on the lips either.

He went whole hog. So whole hog it took Al y doing a catcal and the preacher touching his shoulder to stop the make out session.

Everyone in the congregation and wedding party chuckled except Lee and Indy. Lee took his time finishing the kiss. When he’d lifted his head an inch, he whispered something to her that made her press her lips together, probably in order not to cry.

Then he turned to the preacher and said in a deep, authoritative voice, “Carry on,” like he was officiating the ceremony.

Lana, who was sitting next to me, leaned in and whispered, “I think I like Kai’s boss.”

I grinned at her because I knew I did.

I grinned at her because I knew I did.

Other than that, the ceremony was simple and short.

Neither bride nor groom were traditional, they didn’t bother with the reception line, they stood smiling at folks, embracing, talking and shaking hands while they let their guests and their photographer take pictures (Indy wanted no posed photos, only candids and that’s what she got) and then they took off in Lee’s Crossfire.

Indy had built in a goodly amount of time for them to get to Cherry Hil s Country Club but, Daisy confided in me, mostly it was so they had time to get home “to consummate the marriage, compende?” and get to the Club.

They arrived half an hour late.

No one cared.

The Brian Setzer Orchestra finished, Lana and Indy stopped swinging each other around and Nick’s voice came over the sound system.

“Got a request,” he told the crowd. “From a man named Kai.”

There was some general muttering but my eyes flew to Nick, my breath caught and before I could unhinge it, a hand was at the smal of my back. I looked over my shoulder and Mace was standing behind me. He started pushing me toward the dance floor as Bil y Joel’s “And So It Goes” started playing.

We were on the dance floor, one of his arms sliding around me, the fingers of his other hand drifting down my forearm when I found my voice.