The Wedding Lullaby: Prologue
“Talk about a lucky roll of the dice.” Henry Davenport’s canary-eating smile said it all. The only thing missing from his baby-blue tuxedo were yellow feathers. “I do believe I’ve outdone myself this year.”
“You have.” Brett Matthews grinned at his best man. He stood next to him at the front of the Love Dove Wedding Nest, a cheesy hole-in-the-wall chapel in Reno, Nevada. “But no one expects any less from you.”
Henry was the epitome of the idle rich, a billionaire trust-fund baby with nothing better to do with his time than watch his inheritance grow faster than he could spend it. The guy acted like he was still in college, not thirty-two, the same age as Brett. Every year, a group of Henry’s wealthy friends and acquaintances met for a Bacchanalian celebrati
