Chapter Thirty-Two
Colt covered the length of the small room right off the chapel in four steps. Leave it to Mr. Punctuality to be late this afternoon. “Where have you been? Wedding starts in five minutes.”
“Calm down, we’re here now,” Travis called from the doorway, a proud smile lighting his face. “You clean up good, little brother.”
“We had to change Avery’s diaper.” Dax wrinkled his nose. “Again.”
Colt would laugh if he wasn’t so nervous. “You have the ring?” He tugged at his collar, not used to having his shirt buttoned all the way up, but he’d wanted to wear a tie today. For Lydia. She’d insisted it didn’t matter, but he was determined to do things by the book. And that meant wearing a tie with his starched shirt and denims.
Travis patted his blazer. “Right here in my pocket.”
