Chapter Six
Denver
I walk into the tuxedo place and Austin is already there wearing his, standing on the pedestal with a man’s hands running up his legs.
“I thought this was just the pick-up?” I ask, sitting down in a chair, pulling out my cookie from the Lard Have Mercy bag in my hand.
“It is, but my pants were about five inches too short so now they’re going to rush this. Nothing is going as planned.” Having a brother who had to take the reins of a family when I was younger means it’s not a mystery when he’s stressed.
“I heard about the dress.” I take a bite of the cookie and take a moment to admire its chewy goodness.
Austin stares at me quizzingly in the reflection of the mirror.
I hold up the bag of the diner his soon-to-be mother-in-law works at.
He nods in understanding. “Th
