A glance at Ty showed him fighting laughter.
“What’s going on?”
Ty nodded at Jason. “Look at his feet.”
On the soles of his shoes, someone had written in black marker, Help Me.
“No, it wasn’t me,” he said quickly. “Must have been Dean. That cat loves a joke.”
“That’s your handwriting, Tyler Jonathan Roderick. Living with Dean and Grady has dropped your maturity level to zero,” she hissed in a furious whisper. She glanced over her shoulder at Dean and then Grady, who tried unsuccessfully to hide a smile. “And you. I’m telling Meghan and Gabby this is all your fault.”
He bit his lip but didn’t stop grinning. “Spoilsport.”
Near them, Monty, Gerald and the rest of the Chastell pride made faces as they choked down their amusement.
Ty poked her arm. “Come on, Julia. Admit it. It’s funny.”
It was. But God forbid her sister catch wind of it. If anything, her tendency toward theatrics had only grown since leaving the Silver Fox Clan. As if knowing she had the freedom to now be herself pushed her into an almost obnoxious exhibitionist phase.
Meghan must have picked up on the murmurs in the crowd, for she craned her neck to see the soles of Jason’s shoes and swore.
“Meghan Easton!” Reverend Rhodes rolled his eyes. “Great Mother above, forgive this child.”
“Help me? Who did this?” she wailed, the silver fox not content to make it through to “I Do.”
Jason leaned close and whispered in her ear. Lo and behold, Julia’s sister quieted down and apologized for her outburst.
“I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it,” Ty said quietly, laughter in his voice.
“Believe it. It takes a special man to tame an Easton.”
“Don’t I know it.” He hugged her tight with his right arm over her shoulder and pushed his left hand past hers to rub her belly again.
Julia smiled and covered his hand with her own. “Yeah, you do.”
“That’s right. I do. You just remember to say those words next month and we’ll be fine.” He fingered the diamond on her finger. “My foxy lady. You’re all mine.”