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“I know. Not everybody has to know every single famous cello player or the name of the pieces I play. But you’ve always tried. And I’ve always appreciated that.”

“Well, I’m going to try harder. Especially since I know you have a tour coming up.”

She winced.

“Yeah, I guess we need to talk about that.”

“I figured we should do the wedding after that,” he said, casually.

“So, you’re going to be okay that I might be gone for a while, though, right?”

“It’s part of your job. We’ll figure it out. I don’t know exactly how, but we have time. We’ve always figured it out before.”

And as she slid her hand into his, she let out a sigh and hoped that he was right.

Because she was falling for him, or maybe she had always had him in her heart in ways she hadn’t let herself dwell on.

She just hoped that they weren’t making mistakes.

That would cost them more than anyone had to give.

Chapter 15

Marcus leaned against the back of the couch and watched Bristol flail her hands as if she were trying to fly. He just shook his head and laughed.

"A birdcage?" he asked, and she sighed, flapping her hands again, and then putting her elbows to her sides before waving them even more.

The other Montgomerys started to laugh, and Marcus shook his head, confused.

"I have no idea."

"Time," Liam said, and Bristol cursed under her breath.

"We're usually much better than this."

"What the hell were you?"

"A velociraptor."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then Marcus burst out laughing, trying to keep from falling off the couch. "You were pantomiming flying."

"I thought there was evidence that velociraptors could fly." She winced, and Marcus snorted again. His woman. He just couldn't sometimes.

"Sure, I've heard that too, but don't put it in a game of charades," Aaron said, wiping tears from his eyes.

Holland was his teammate and was currently sitting next to him, laughing so hard she indeed did fall off the couch.

"I thought you guys were the reigning champs," Arden said, looking confused.

"We usually are. Must be an off night," he said, reaching out his hand.

"Come here."

"No. You're going to laugh at me." Bristol folded her arms over her chest, but Marcus simply smiled.

"That wasn't a velociraptor, babe. And you know it. We're still going to win. We have two more rounds. And I kicked ass earlier."

"Fine. You're the reason we're good at charades. I am evil." She came to him then, and sat on his lap, even as her brothers glared at him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, not caring that other people were looking. Because this was his fiancée, people could suck it.