Ezra nodded. “I know.”
“Doesn’t feel that way from where I’m standing. Let it happen when the time is right,” I whispered.
“I will. Yeah, sure,” Ezra murmured, but I knew this would set him off for the rest of the evening.
Chapter Thirty-Six
WAG Group Text
Maverick:Merry Christmas! Am I the only one up at the ungodly hour of six o’clock?
Noel:I’m up. I think Andy and Leo planned this. Like they’re still five years old.
Maverick:Andy gets up early because of hockey practice. Just like Jax. I’m never going to be a morning person. Even when I’m old.
Matthias:Killian, too. You’d think he didn’t know the presents I bought him. Pretty sure he went through the bags I tried to hide in the spare room.
Holt:Are you kidding me? It’s so early. Can’t I sleep in this one time? I’m getting married in a week. I need to not have puffy eyes. Watson is still in bed.
Maverick:Stop it. You’ll look great. Isn’t Ezra going to do your makeup?
Holt:Yeah, I’m nervous about that, though. Ez, no offense, but I’ve never worn makeup before.
Noel:I think he’s still sleeping.
Maverick:Do you think he got that ring?
Matthias:I don’t know. Maybe he’s getting dicked down this morning. Maybe that’s what we should all be doing.
Noel:Stop.
Maverick:Noel, do you want Wyatt’s number? He might be able to help with that.
Noel:I’m going back to bed.
Maverick:Guys, I don’t think Carson asked Ezra to marry him.
