Epilogue
Carson
New Year’s Eve
Holt and Watts’s weddingwas simple but beautiful. It was held in their parents’ backyard, and Ezra might have shed more than a few tears as we sat watching my boss, and our friends, confess to everyone how much they loved one another. Both men were dressed in matching casual white dress pants and white dress shirts. It was obvious how happy they were in the way they held hands, repeated their vows, and by the smiles that never left their faces. I wondered how I never saw how much Holt was into Watts before. Or why Holt ever agreed to that date with me in the first place.
“You’re next, right?” Shepard nudged my side from the chair next to me as he leaned closer. “What, like I didn’t hear from Watts that you got engaged over Christmas. Congratulations, man.”
I felt myself grow warm with happiness. “Thanks.”
“Did you pick a date yet?” He smiled up at his wife, Brooklyn, who was the wedding photographer as she snapped a photo of us. “Let me guess. It’s up to Ezra?”
I let my gaze move to where my fiancé was dancing with Matthias, London Pelletier, Andy, Leo, and Noel. They were just moving their hips and waving their arms in the air, but the smiles on their faces said it all. Even Noel seemed to be having a good time.
“It’s all up to him,” I murmured as Ezra wiggled his fingers at me.
“Isn’t it always?” Shepard chuckled before he grabbed his wife and hauled her into his lap. “Darlin’, you take my breath away,” he whispered before he pressed his lips to hers.
Mason Pelletier grunted. “Get a room.” He threw his napkin at them, but he was smiling. “My wife seems pretty enamored by your fiancé.”
“Ezra has a way with people. She’ll probably be included in the WAG texts next,” I warned. “He’s always looking for new recruits.”
Wyatt landed in the seat next to Jackson. “Fucking Seth,” he hissed between clenched teeth.
My brows shot up as I met Jackson’s eyes. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen Wyatt out on the dance floor with Noel the entire night, but it also hadn’t escaped me when they had invited Seth over to dance with them. I’m sure Maverick would get it out of them one way or another.
“This was a bad idea.” Wyatt sighed when I started to open my mouth to say something, anything. “Why are men so damn confusing? I’m going to end up with another broken heart, Jax.” He scrubbed a hand down my face.
My brows dipped. “Do you want me to have Ezra talk to him? Seth and I aren’t exactly close.”
“No.” Wyatt’s eyes flashed with hurt as he watched Seth dancing with Ezra and Matthias. “I think it would just be better if I left him alone. Noel’s the safer option.”
Seth looked over just at that exact moment and winked at him before he tried to wave him over. Wyatt shook his head and turned away.
“I really like him more than I thought I would. He’s funny, sweet, smart, and so pretty. God, is he pretty. Way prettier than Asher, but he reminds me of him, too.”Well, thanks for sharing that information with me.“I knew better to start anything with him after the last time, but I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment.”
