Still, he couldn't resist needling his friend. Devon himself wasn't very far away from a trip down the aisle, and he wasn't taking it with good grace. Ryan chuckled and looked up to see Dev holding a glass of wine in one hand, his other shoved into the pocket of his slacks.ĭev's mouth twisted in annoyance and Ryan chuckled again. "They look disgustingly happy," Devon Carter said next to him. Rafe looked like he'd been handed the universe, and maybe he had. They stood in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, Bryony tucked into Rafe's protective hold, and they were so focused on each other that Ryan doubted the world around them existed. The bride positively glowed, and the swell of her belly added to her beauty. It wasn't exactly where Ryan imagined any of his friends would host a wedding reception, but he supposed it was fitting that Rafe and Bryony would marry here on the island where so much of their relationship had been forged. The reception was taking place inside Moon Island's small, nondescript municipal building.
"Almost enough to make you believe in the fine institution of marriage, isn't it?" Ryan Beardsley said as he watched his friend, Raphael de Luca, dance with his radiant new bride, Bryony.
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