19. Wyatt

Chapter Nineteen

Wyatt

"You're married?" McKenna yelped, her mouth dropping open.

Rosie's cheeks were pink, and she shrugged as she smiled sheepishly. "Um, it was a Vegas thing."

McKenna's hands flew to her mouth. She stared at us before they fell. "I knew something was going on with you two, but even I didn't guess that ."

She spun to look at Rhys, who had just toasted us. He winked over at Rosie and me before glancing back toward McKenna. "You knew?" My little sister's tone was accusatory.

"I didn't know for sure," Rhys clarified. "I suspected. And it turns out I was right. I'm thrilled for them, aren't you?"

McKenna's gaze softened. "Of course."

Family and friends made a few more toasts as conversation carried on around us. My mom came over to hug us and held both of Rosie's hands in hers. "I am thrilled for you and Wyatt."

"You are?" Rosie sounded surprised.

My mother nodded. "Most definitely. Honestly, I never mentally paired you two together, but now that I know you're…" She paused before she beamed. "Married. It just feels right." Her eyes slid to me. "Wyatt is strong-willed, and he needs someone like you."

"What's your point, Mom?" I teased as I curled an arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze.

"My point is precisely that," she replied tartly. "Rosie won't hesitate to stand up to you, and she'll take care of your heart."

I could feel the sting of tears in my eyes as I looked down at my mother. I knew I needed to come clean soon with the whole story.