love for you to be there. Gage would love for you to be there.”
BJ rammed a hand through his hair and tried to take it all in. He was a guy who went where the whim took him. He had a boat that he moved from port to port and a way of life that suited him. He was not a guy who wore a suit. “I think I need some time to think about this. He pushed the folders toward Shar.
“Those are yours. We have copies.”
“Take them and we’d love to have you at the wedding tomorrow at three. We’re moving it up. I’m tired of waiting to marry the woman I stood up once.” Gage smiled at Shar.
BJ could see the love between them. But he wasn’t willing to accept all that they’d said. Not yet. “I wish you both well and a happy wedding. But right now, I need to think.”
Turning he walked out of the room down the hall onto the elevator.
But as much as he wanted to deny that his mother had lied to him, something in his gut and in his eyes told him he couldn’t. He had a brother.
And now, what was he going to do about it?
Chapter Eight
“Tell me he’s out there,” Shar said as Jillian came hustling into the dressing suite with a huge smile on her face.
“Yes he’s out there. He’s been here for hours. I think he camped out in one of the rooms so he wouldn’t have to drive.”
Cali chuckled. “I heard rumors from our brothers that he might have slept in his tuxedo so he’d be ready.”
Shar laughed. “You are so funny. I was just teasing. I have no doubt that he’s out there. He’s been sending me sweet text messages all morning.” He wasn’t moving very fast right now, with the wound still fresh but he wouldn’t have it any other way, he wanted to get married. And even though he’d not had any confirmation from BJ that he would be at the wedding, he’d said that all of that would work itself out in time. But it was time for a wedding. Past time for them to wed.
And she agreed.
There was a knock on the door and Jillian answered it. Her dad smiled at her from the doorway. “It’s time, Superwoman.”
Shar chuckled and could feel it all the way to her toes. “Nope, today I’m just me.”
Gracie smiled over Sam Sinclair’s shoulder. “Okay, ladies, it's marching time.”
“Then let’s get this show on the sand,” Cali said, her eyes twinkling.
She and Jillian led the way and Shar followed them. She slipped her arm through her dad’s and then one by one her sisters started walking down the path. There was a small pang of regret that Olivia hadn’t made it even after the delay but Jillian and Cali had finally shown her the gossip magazine with Olivia’s photo splashed over the front of it. And later she’d spied it at the grocery store. Her level-headed sister had gotten herself into an interesting mess.
Cali had spoken with her. Olivia had assured her that she had things under control and all was not as the photos and write up had made it seem. She was handling it.
Shar figured her sister could do worse—she was after all kissing the number one hottest ticket in Hollywood. Having her photo splashed across a magazine cover was probably a small price to pay for a kiss like that.
Then again, the only kiss Shar was interested in was the one Gage would give her when the preacher said, “You may kiss the bride.”
Today she was selfish, this was her and Gage’s day. She’d worry about Olivia later.
As the music started and she and her dad began walking down the path that led to Gage she saw him and her heart soared with the sea gulls drifting on the clouds in the soft blue sky.
His gaze locked with hers, and butterflies danced inside of her. She had to hold herself back and walk with her dad at the appointed pace but it was the longest walk she’d ever made.
She thought of the first day she’d seen Gage, jogging out of the surf to help her rescue a sea turtle. Even in that moment she felt a connection and it was one that would last a lifetime.
He smiled as she took