Chase waved his hand. “I meant the three of you, obviously. But I actually pointed those two out because I think the probability of you getting hitched before them is higher.”
Now it was Wyatt’s turn to look stunned. Knox and Finn had almost identical grins.
“Take that back,” Wyatt said.
Chase frowned. “Why?”
“I don’t want that sort of thing out in the open.”
“In case of what, karma?” I asked.
He didn’t even answer. Clearly, the idea scared him witless. But I suspected that Chase and Duncan had started out that way. He might come around still.
“All right, if it makes you feel better, I’m taking it back,” Chase said. He was obviously fighting laughter.
“Thank you,” Wyatt replied.
“I’m putting it out in the open again,” Knox added cheerfully.
Wyatt turned his head to look at him. “Why would you do that? I thought we were a team.”
“I don’t know. Habit, I guess,” Knox replied. “You being part of the older group, we being the younger ones, it’s just what we do.”
“No, we don’t,” Wyatt said. “We’re not five anymore.”
“Sometimes we are,” Finn cut in. “Like right now.” He looked at me apologetically.
“Hey, don’t stop on my behalf. This is fascinating. I’ve had friends who had siblings growing up, but at most one or two, and it wasn’t so…”
“Insane?” Duncan suggested.
“Lively,” I replied. “Is it always like this?”
“Usually, it’s worse,” Griffin said. Then his face turned into a devilish grin that I’d never seen him use around me. “And I’m one of those causing most of the trouble.”
“He is,” Wyatt agreed. “Don’t let him fool you with this facade he’s putting on now.”
“This group is getting more interesting by the minute,” I murmured.
“You wait until we’re all together this evening with our women,” Chase warned. “For some reason, we’re even worse around them.”
“You’d think that you’d try to impress them or something. But no, that only happens in the beginning,” Knox said, focusing on me again. “Now that I think of it, these two bozos also pretended to be above bickering when they first met their girls. Actually, no, wait, Duncan really is like that.”
I didn’t know what to reply, so I just laughed.
“All right,” Griffin exclaimed, “how about we finish our lunch and get to work? You can give me all the shit you want later.”
“I was going to give you more shit later anyway,” Knox said, “but you do have a point.”
While we finished the rest of our lunch, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Taking it out, I noticed a message from Mom.
Mom: We finally got tickets. We can’t wait to see you.
Oh, I was ecstatic. It was a bit early for her to send me the ticket details, but who cared. Usually, I told her to send them two or three weeks before so I had all the info.
I froze when I looked at the ticket dates. Oh my God, they were coming the weekend after I was handing the house over. But I knew for a fact that I’d told them to buy the tickets for the end of next month.
Taking a deep breath, I scrolled farther up until I found the message.
