“Oh, fuck,” Connor whispers.
“Um, hi,” Amelia Cranford says.
Everyone’s turning to stare at my ex-girlfriend.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Connor can’t seem to stop saying the word.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Lavoie mutters back to him.
Amelia looks past me, pulling the same move Muffy did the day I told her I’d be her date to Veda’s dad’s funeral. “Sorry to interrupt. I just need a word with my…um, my husband.”
West jerks a look at me.
I look past him to Klein going the color of death.
And yeah, I kinda know the color of death.
Nick and Duncan are gaping. Rooster’s cackling.
“Jaeggy, you mind if I…” Connor trails off, jerking his head toward Amelia, who’s playing with her hands halfway down the aisle.
“Klein, what did you do last night?” Lavoie asks.
“I thought it was a dream.” He shakes his head. “I thought it was a dream.”
“Dude,” Nick mutters.
And then I spot her.
Muffy.
My Muffy.
She’s stepping to the back of the aisle in a white tank top, a pink veil, and cut-off shorts, a bouquet of pink, yellow, and purple flowers in her hand, cocking her head at my ex-girlfriend, who shouldn’t be here, and who apparently married my teammate sometime since we got here.
Fuck, she’s pretty.
Muffy, I mean.
Amelia looks back at her.
Muffy cocks her head and wrinkles her nose.
“Right. Sorry. I…I can wait,” Amelia says.
Connor looks at me.
“By all means, go talk to your bride,” I tell him.
He visibly gulps.
And Daisy gives him a reprieve. “Sit on down, sweetie,” she calls. “We’ve got a wedding to do.”
“Is that Amelia Cranford?” Allie hisses from the other side of the gazebo. “Tyler! Is that the same Amelia Cranford you fell in love with for forty-eight hours in college?”
Muffy freezes, because the band isn’t playing anymore, and she could hear every last word.
Jesus.
“Oh, fuck me sideways with a hockey stick,” Klein mutters. “Jaeggy. She’s your ex-girlfriend?”
I ignore him.
My past doesn’t matter.
Connor’s future doesn’t matter.
Okay, it does, but not at this exact moment.
At this exact moment, all that matters is Muffy. So, I stroll down the aisle, grab her by the cheeks and kiss her so soundly she’s panting by the time I’m done, toss her over my shoulder, and march us both back to the gazebo. “Daisy. Marry us now. Please.”
“Why’s your ex-girlfriend here?” Muffy whispers as I set her down.
“I don’t really know,” I whisper back. “And I don’t care. Do you?”
“No. I mean, yes. But no. But yes. Is she single? Does she need a man?”
West chokes on a laugh. “You might be twenty-four hours too late, Muffy. Daisy, let’s get these two love-birds married.”
She flashes him a brilliant smile. “Dearly beloved, we’re here today to get my favorite engaged couple all hitched up, and then we’re having a party.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Keely asks.
“Shut up,” Brit hisses. “Tyler’s not leaving Muffy for his ex-girlfriend. Didn’t you hear? She’s married. To his teammate. Which isn’t awkward at all, right?”
“She meant the part about Daisy partying,” Staci mutters.
“Oh my god, is Daisy pregnant?” Allie shrieks.
“Not yet, but I have hope,” Daisy replies.
I sigh.
West sighs.
My mom lets out a whoop of joy.
And Muffy starts laughing. “Oh my god, I love your family,” she says to me.
“Good. You can love them for both of us.”
“Seriously, Jaeger, I didn’t know she was your ex-girlfriend, and I didn’t know I married her,” Connor mutters.
Muffy snorts with more laughter.
“Can you please get to the I do part?” I ask Daisy.
“Sheesh, Ty. You act like you’ve been waiting forever to get married,” Brit says.
“Tyler?”
I look down at my smiling bride. “Yes, my beautiful angel who would never interrupt someone else’s wedding?”
“I love you more than I love your family.”
And that’s all I need.
I’m suddenly a massive ball of smiling, dopey, heart-in-my-eyes love, completely crazy for this fascinating, surprising, hilariously awesome woman.
“Okay, Ty, do you take Muffy to be your wife?” Daisy asks.
“I do. Forever and ever. I’m only doing this once. And only for one woman. Ever.”
Muffy grins, but she also wipes a little tear at the corner of her eye.
“Muffy, do you take this lughead to be your one true penis for the rest of all time?” Daisy asks.
“My one and only, I do,” Muffy replies.
Fuck.
Now I’m getting a little hot in the eyes. I am her only. And I won’t forget that either.
“Then by the power vested in me by the same internet service that vested my friend Zeus Berger with the power to hitch people here in Vegas, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss—”
We don’t wait for permission to get to the kissing.
Which might be the story of the rest of our lives.
At least, that’s my plan.
Hello, you perfect reader person you. Tyler Jaeger here to thank you for reading my story, even though I really didn't want Pippa to do this to me. I'm glad she did though—my life is better with Muffy than it was before. Stay tuned to the Pippaverse - I have a feeling my buddy Connor Klein is in for the ride of his life soon. But in the meantime, have you read Pippa's Girl Band series? If not, you should. Start with Mister McHottie. It's the first time the Berger twins ever appeared, and dude... you don't want to miss that! Grab it on Amazon HERE.
Also, if you like little snippets from our post-happily-ever-after, Pippa decided she wasn't quite done torturing me, and she wrote a bonus scene from way far in the future. You can snag it HERE, and also get the chance to sign up for Pippa's newsletter, The Pipster Report, where I suspect Muffy and I will hang out from time to time in the future too. Thanks for reading!
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P.P.P.S. You might remember that Team Pippa left a spelling error in The Hot Mess and the Heartthrob on purpose, just for a spot of fun. They’ve decided to carry on that tradition with this book so if you spotted the spelling error, send us an email at [email protected] for a special reward!
Sneak Peek of Mister McHottie
If you love hot billionaire bosses, jilted heroines out for revenge, and horrifically mortifying situations, read on for an excerpt of Mister McHottie…
Chapter One