Shadows of You (Lost & Found #4)(102)

“Whatever,” I grumbled.

Aspen stretched up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine. “See you at the altar?”

I smiled against her mouth. “I’ll be the one saying I do.”





“This collar is making my neck itch,” I muttered.

Holt chuckled. “At least she didn’t want you in a tux or even a tie.”

“Small mercies,” I mumbled.

We were all in navy suits and white shirts. Nice, but not stuffy. Given we were getting married at Caden’s fancy-ass resort, things could’ve been a lot worse. But I’d give it to Aspen, the room she’d picked was perfect. An all-glass conservatory full of plants that looked out at the mountains—just enough space to fit our twenty or so guests.

Nash popped some sort of appetizer into his mouth. “You can get married anytime if these are the snacks Caden provides.”

Caden snorted. “We need an extra food budget just for you.”

Nash patted his stomach. “I’m a growing boy.”

“Yeah, your gut’s growing,” Caden shot back.

Nash glared at him. “I’ll have you know I still have a six-pack. But you look like you’re getting a little soft.”

“Let’s hit the boxing ring tomorrow so I can show you how soft I am.”

Holt shook his head. “At least the black eyes will be after the wedding photos.”

The door to the suite burst open, and Lawson hurried inside. “Sorry I’m late,” he muttered as he ran a hand through his already disheveled dark hair. But it was more than his hair that looked out of sorts. It was him.

“You okay?” I asked.

He jerked his head in a nod. “That interview with the nanny candidate went longer than expected.”

“How’d it go?” Holt asked.

The first few interviews had been disasters: a woman who acted more like a drill sergeant, one Lawson had said spent more time coming on to him than answering questions, and another who had only seemed interested in Lawson’s cable package and snack selection.

Lawson swallowed, his throat working as his hand flexed. “Good.”

Nash arched a brow. “That’s all you’re giving us? You sound like Roan used to.”

“Yeah, man. At least give us another hilarious interview story,” Caden said. “I’ve been living for those.”

“She’s nice. I hired her,” Lawson said.

Holt sent the rest of us a quizzical look. “What’s her name?”

“Hallie.” Lawson cleared his throat. “We’ve actually met before. A long time ago.”

My brows rose at that.

“Where?” Nash asked.

A knock sounded on the door. “I’ll get it,” I said.

Crossing the room, I pulled it open and froze.

Aspen stood in the hall, creating an image that would be burned into my brain for all eternity. She was always beautiful, whether working at The Brew, mucking out stalls, or simply laughing. She could steal my breath anytime. But this was something different.

Her red hair was curled in loose waves around her face, and whatever she’d done with her makeup made her green eyes pierce straight to my soul. And the dress...

I’d never given a damn about a dress until this one. The straps were a see-through gauzy fabric that made it seem like it was being held up by nothing at all, dipping into a V at the front, showing just a tease of the swells beneath. It hugged her body and then flared out at the waist in layers of delicate fabric with flowers embroidered on them.

“Tender Heart,” I croaked.

The corner of her mouth kicked up. “You like it?”

“Never seen a more beautiful sight.”

“Roan,” she whispered, emotion clogging her throat.

“Mama, now?” Cady asked at her side.

It was then that I finally took in my Tiny Dancer. She wore a dress similar to her mom’s but in a pale pink with larger flowers.

Aspen grinned. “We were supposed to do this after the ceremony, but someone didn’t want to wait.”

Cady bit her lip and tugged on her mom’s arm. Aspen bent, and Cady whispered in her ear. “What if he doesn’t like it? What if he doesn’t want to?”

I crouched low, taking in the box in Cady’s hand. “You know I’m gonna love whatever you give me because it’s from you.”

Cady’s eyes got glassy, but she still looked a little unsure.

Aspen crouched, too, the fabric of her dress swirling around her. “Sometimes, we just gotta be brave, Katydid. It can feel scary to show people just how much we love them, but Roan loves you right back.”

“To the moon and the stars, Tiny Dancer,” I said.

Cady looked at me, hope in those green eyes. She slowly handed me the box.

I carefully undid the ribbon and opened the lid. There was a stack of papers inside. I scanned the first few lines, and then my gaze jerked to Aspen. “Is this what I think it is?”

Aspen’s eyes filled. “We went to see a lawyer in town, and he helped us with the paperwork. You just have to sign, and then we file.”

“You wanna be my real dad, Mr. Grizz?” Cady asked.

The burn of tears built in my eyes. “Nothing would make me happier, Tiny Dancer.”