“What are you doing here?” Sawyer asks as he opens the door to the bar.
“Val said today was gonna be rough, so I brought us the new Black Ops game to play.” Scott waves a plastic case proudly. “I figured it might help.”
“I’ll get you two a drink.” I’m not sure if they heard me over their excited chatter.
It’s like they’re both teenagers again.
Maybe I should feel guilty pouring them each a whiskey smash.
Whew. That mint is extra tangy. The cloying smell sticks to my fingers.
When they each reach for their drinks, Sawyer stops Scott before he takes a sip.
“Hey, I got a question for you.” Sawyer’s lip drops into a frown.
“Sure, buddy. What’s up?” Scott begins to raise his glass, but pauses.
“I was wondering if you’d be my best man?” Sawyer raises his eyebrows, watching my brother intently.
Hell, I’m zeroed in on what the reaction will be too.
Scott’s been slow to warm up to my relationship with Sawyer, but when I asked him about coming down to lighten the mood tonight, he seemed pretty enthusiastic.
“Seriously?” His face is neutral.
Shit. This better not go—
“I’d be honored, man.” Scott raises his drink to take a long swallow. “Hell, I guess we’ll finally be real brothers.” His grin melts the tension. “When is it?”
Sawyer turns to me with that damn panty-melting burn. “As soon as possible.”
Scotty groans. “We gotta have a bachelor party. Vegas? I always wanted to do one there.”
“Nah. Tonight will work. This is what I’d rather do. Play a few games, hang with you, then snuggle with my fiance.” Sawyer’s lip rolls between his teeth as he mouths the word again towards me.
“Gross. Boring. Boo!” Scotty throws up his hand in feigned disgust. “Whatever! I always knew you’d be a stick in the mud.” He points at Sawyer’s legs. “Literally.”
“Jesus, you’re being more dramatic than Sophia.” I roll my eyes. “Maybe we should just elope?”
Dixon and Char did it.
So did Wade and Elena.
They’re just as married.
“Mom would fucking kill you,” Scotty laughs. “There’s no way she’d want to miss her favorite kid getting hitched.”
That makes me snort. “I’m not her favorite.”
He shakes his head. “Neither am I. But he is.” He lightly jabs Sawyer’s shoulder with his fist. “The chosen one.”
I drop my elbow on the bar top and put a dreamy drift on my face. “Well, he is pretty perfect.”
“Oh my god, save it for the honeymoon,” Scotty moans. “Come on, Sawyer, let’s go kill some shit.”
Sawyer looks torn until I shoo him away. Then he tears after Scotty up the back stairs.
I think this is how things are supposed to be.
