Tallulah's POV:

I'm running so f*cking late!

Jarrod is waiting for me, along with his father, and our brothers. I can't believe I'm so bloody late. I'm almost twenty minutes late because the last guest at the gallery had refused to leave when I told them we were closing.

Apparently, it didn't matter that I was in a f*cking rush!

I'm as good as running, which is some feat in six-inch stilettos. My phone is ringing, and I know it's Jarrod wanting to know where I am ...