But today… you’re something else. Let’s go get your man, babe. Limo’s waiting.”
Lindsey checks herself over in the mirror and I grab our bouquets and purses off the bed. Oliver gives himself a once over after Lindsey, not that he needs it because in his usual Oliver fashion, not a hair is out of place on his perfect head. He also rocks a suit better than most men do. Charlotte calls us from the door and I double check to make sure we have everything as we leave.
Mason paces across the top of the altar at the church where in just a few minutes, he and Lindsey will be married. He pulls out his phone and checks it for the twentieth time in the past ten minutes.
“Dude, would you stop it?” I ask him, glancing around, taking in Mason’s parents and Trey and Cassidy in the first row. Their bright eyes and smiles are enough for a room full of people. The small wedding couldn’t be more perfect.
He stops and looks up at Elias and me. “They were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.”
I check my watch. “It’s only four o’clock now, what are you talking about?”
“Exactly. It’s four, which means they should have been here fifteen minutes ago to be on time.”
I roll my eyes.
Elias laughs. “Mase. Chill. They’ll be here.”
Mason’s cell rings from his gunmetal gray suit pocket. He pulls it out in a rush but his face deflates a moment later. I guess it isn’t Lindsey.
“What is it? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
His eyes become cold. His jaw ticks. “When? Okay, thanks. Let me know if they show up anywhere.”
Unease winds through me despite the aura of lightness that accompanies weddings.
“What is it?” Elias asks, the concern evident in all of us.
“That was the Lieutenant. He wanted to let us know Enzo and Adriana were just recognized in a store a few blocks from here.”
Elias’s face contorts. “What, here in Times Square?”
“Yeah.”
My eyes flick up to the huge arch window in front of me. The beautiful stained glass and old wooden trimmings of the church that’s stood here for over a hundred years no longer appeals.
“You think it’s coincidence?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
Mason twitches the phone in his hand. “Since when do we believe in coincidences?”
We don’t.
Mase beckons Cassidy and Trey from the first church pew where they sit with his parents.
Cassidy picks up on the vibe. “What’s wrong?”
Mase runs a hand through his hair. “Adriana and Enzo were spotted not far away from here about ten minutes ago. Cops in the area followed up but they were gone before they got there.”
“What?” Cass folds her arms up over her chest.
“Just keep an eye out, okay? Let’s just get fucking married and get out of here,” Mason murmurs, just as the pianist starts playing to let us know it’s all about to start. The church doors open and we all look up. The priest asks us to take our spots and Mason’s phone rings again.
I turn him. “If that isn’t the precinct turn it off. Whatever it is it can wait.”
He checks it and presses the side of it to ignore the call. “Unknown number. Here, Trey can you take it, man?”
Mason throws his phone to Trey who catches it and they retake their seats.
Charlotte’s contagious smile lights up the church as she bounces down the aisle, long dark hair in curls over her olive skinned shoulders. She smiles from ear and to ear and when she reaches her dad, he bends down and kisses her on the cheek.
“You look gorgeous, baby girl.”
She giggles. “Thanks, Daddy.”
I stand tall, hands clasped together in front of me. Gold shimmers in the light from the windows and my heart steps when my gaze falls on Ali. Her long blonde hair frames her face as it cascades over her gold dress that sparkles as she moves. It comes in under her growing breasts and falls over her baby bump. It swirls around her feet and thanks to the design her swollen stomach looks bigger than ever—not that I’d tell her that. My cock twitches. She’s never looked more beautiful than what she does right now, carrying my child. Healthy. Happy. She glows like her dress, and when she walks passed me to her spot on the other side of the aisle I mouth I love you, to her. She mouths it back and not even the worry of two fugitives on the run can dim