Page 82 of Hold 'Em Tight

Colt snorts and then sighs. “At least, he's wearing clothes. He wanted to streak down the aisle. The unicorn onesie is a gift right now.”

Rylee moans, and I need to get out of this car before we have an orgy in the parking lot.

“Enough. We came today to find out once and for all what the hell is going on, and to stop Lennox from making the biggest mistake of his life.”

Donny pulls away and rubs the back of his neck. “You're right. Sorry. Let's go get our boy back.” He looks out the window and points. “Trev’s here.”

Colt opens the door and climbs out, adjusting his sweatpants, and Donny crawls out after him. His rainbow tail is all kinked from sitting on it.

Rylee pauses and I can tell she's nervous. Trevor opens her door, but she doesn’t move.

“If you keep biting that lip, all the gloss will be gone, and that’s a shame; it’s my favorite flavor.”

She looks at me. “What if Thanksgiving didn't mean anything? He was wasted. What if we go in there and he really does love her and wants to marry her? I don’t know if I can handle anymore heartache, Teo.”

I grab her hand and kiss it. “I have the same fears, baby, but we won’t know until we go in there. And worst case scenario, thiswill finally be our closure, but I really fucking hope that when we leave today, he’s with us.”

She smiles and her eyes become glossy. “Hey, no, you’re too beautiful to cry, Rylee.” She laughs and rolls her eyes, blinks a few times, then nods.

“Okay, let’s go.” She turns and takes Trev’s hand, and he gives her a kiss after helping her out of the truck.

“You okay?” he checks, and she shakes her head.

“I will be, though. Just have to get through today.” He gives her a smirk, then spins her.

“Damn, Ry, you look like a dream,” he says.

Donny comes closer and whispers, “A wet one.”

I snort and follow him as he walks up the steps to the church. I ignore all of the people gasping at us, talking about what we are wearing. This wedding is a fucking sham, and I was not getting dressed up for it.

Donny throws the doors open and struts in, shouting, “I object.” Everyone sitting in the pews turns to look at him, and I swear, one lady even faints at his outfit. Only he could pull off a fuzzy unicorn onesie.

Rylee laughs and then follows his example, walking the aisle like she’s strutting on a runway. I look around and realize that the wedding hasn’t even started. In fact, everyone seems to be upset about something.

“This isn’t what I expected,” Colt murmurs, and I nod, agreeing.

Rylee stops and turns back around, heading toward the bathrooms. We wait for her to finish up, listening to everyone freaking out.

“What the fuck is going on?” I ask someone as they pass. He's wearing a suit with a gaudy orange flower pinned on his lapel.

“The groom is missing. The bride has lost her shit.” I thank him and he takes off back to the pews.

Donny snorts. “Oh, it seems we came at the perfect time after all,” he says, walking down the hall.

Rylee exits the bathroom and Colt fills her in. She looks at me and shrugs. “Don't look at me. I haven't talked to him since Thanksgiving, and I wouldn't really call that a talk anyways.”

We follow Donny and freeze when we find Missi. Donny's covering his mouth and gagging.

“Fuck me. So nasty. She's not wearing panties,” he mumbles, and I have to agree. Gross.

“And she calls me a whore,” Rylee mutters, taking in the sheer wedding gown Missi is wearing.

She looks like a hungover Barbie. Her hair is a tangled mess, and her makeup is smeared all over her face.

She's screaming, but hasn't noticed us lingering yet, so we move closer.

“Fucking find him. I don't care what you have to do! He is going to marry me, or I will blow up his life, and his little family’s too,” she snaps, and Rylee gasps.