“His train should be arriving in fifteen minutes,” Fang answered, moving to the side when Iain, the dark-haired Scot, limped into the room.“I suppose one of us should fetch him, since getting a ride would probably take a while.”
“I am not taking the party limo out to a train station,” Devon told Fang.“It’s too expensive, and besides, it’s all set up for us, and I don’t want everything messed about.But I would take your car.”
“I can get him—” Fang started to say.
Devon pushed him into a chair.“You’re the groom.Just sit here and be groomy.But first, give me your keys.”
“I think it’d be best if I was to be getting Brother,” Iain said, shooting a swift, assessing look toward Devon.“As you’ve been having a few already.”
“You’re a guest—” Fang protested, but was immediately shut down.
“He’s my brother-in-law.Kathie wouldn’t care if I didn’t fetch him, but I’ve got the MacLaren honor to represent,” Iain said with a wink as he left.
“He has a point,” Devon said, then sat on the sofa next to Corbin, giving him a curious once-over.
Corbin returned the gesture, then shifted his attention to Fang, trying to assess whether the young man had asked him along to his bachelor party in hopes of scoring points on his wife’s behalf.
“Emily told Amy that she was a big gamer,” he said in a subtle attempt to see if he was going to be waylaid by attempts to sway his opinion on Emily.“Do you play, too?”
“Some,” Fang said, propping his feet up on a hideous, squat ottoman.“Emily’s much better at most games than I am.I tend to lean toward puzzles, whereas she likes immersive games.You know.Elves and warlocks and things like that.”
“I’m the same,” Corbin said, wary.“I’ll tell you a secret—even though I’m the game creator, I’m far from the most proficient player.”
Neither man said anything, just looked mildly interested.
Devon pulled out his phone.
“So, Emily’s abilities would be valuable,” Corbin ended lamely.He almost flinched the minute the words came out.He couldn’t remember when he’d been so awkward and brazen with a fishing attempt.
“I know she’s anxious to talk to you and Amy after the wedding,” Fang said, then consulted his phone when it pinged at him.“Emily says the ladies have had a breakthrough.I wonder what sort of breakthrough, and whether it involves actual breakage.”
Devon snorted a laugh.
Corbin raised an eyebrow.“Does she normally break things?”
“Emily?”Fang thought for a moment.“Not intentionally, no.But things happen around her.”
“You can say that again,” Devon muttered, his gaze still on his phone.“She attracts chaos like chum attracts sharks.”
“Sometimes,” Fang allowed.“But a lot of times, crazy just seems to find her.She never goes looking for it.”
“Speaking of her sister, is she going to be here for the ceremony?”Devon asked.
“Supposedly,” Fang said with a brief casting of his eyes skyward.
Corbin wondered if Amy was so sure about Emily being a good candidate, and made a mental note to repeat the conversation to her.He took a minute to text her and ask if she was having a good time with the bride’s party, and resigned himself to spending an evening with a bunch of new acquaintances.
The two younger men talked for a few minutes before Fang asked, “Why did you book a limo, anyway?There’s not that many of us.”
“Ah, but we’re going to have fun on the way to the venue,” Devon said.
“You remember that Clara will be with us,” Fang warned.
“I remember.”He grinned.“She’ll love it.It’s all prep for the venue.You want to see?It won’t spoil anything.”
Devon leaped up and Fang, with a wry smile at Corbin, followed him outside.
“Alone again,” Corbin said to the empty room, and resumed reading emails.
