A few seats down, Jesse glanced over, his forehead wrinkling. Shit, had he picked up on the careful way Graham had worded that? Fucking goalies and their stupid observational skills.
But when Graham snuck a look around, he spotted Connor deep in conversation with his brother, Finn, about something.Hmm. Maybe that was all Jesse had been curious about.
Hopefully, anyway.
“Yeah, yeah,” Tanner said. “It’s your new celibacy thing or whatever.”
Graham almost sputtered out that he definitely wasn’tcelibate, when he spotted Thad across the room, talking to Tyson Short, the PR director.
“Anyway,” Graham said, clearing his throat and forcing himself to look away. “I’m supposed to be telling my sister which boutonniere I like. Only, they all pretty much look the same to me.”
“Let me see,” Jesse said.
Confused, Graham handed over his phone. Jesse looked through them, frowning at the screen for a moment before he passed it back.
“The third one,” he said. “It’ll look nice with the midnight blue dresses and ice blue pocket squares.”
“How did you …” Bewildered, Graham glanced down at his screen, trying to figure out how Jesse even knew what the bridesmaids’ dresses or pocket squares looked like, before he realized, oh, his sister had also sent a little collage thingy with other pics from her inspiration boards or whatever she called them.
Graham glanced through the options. “Yeah, okay, I think you’re right, Ducky,” he admitted. “That would look nice.”
“Obviously. I have great taste.” Jesse shot a smug smile at Connor.
Several people at the table made gagging noises.
“Let me see,” Tanner said, once again invading Graham’s space.
“Dude,” Graham countered, flicking him in the forehead this time. Probably harder than necessary. “Seriously. Nosy, much?”
Tanner shrugged and filched his phone. “Yeah.”
Graham’s phone got passed around the table despite his protests.
In the end, Graham gave up and focused on eating while hockey players with absolutely no sense of taste gave him opinions and came up with their own ideas of what he should suggest to his sister.
“Remind me to never let you plan my wedding someday,” Graham said with a laugh as he finally got his phone back. “Those areterribleideas.”
Across the room, Thad frowned in his direction. Graham felt a funny little lurch in the pit of his stomach in answer.
Wasmarriage something Thad would ever want? They hadn’t talked about anything like that yet.
Tanner swiped his phone again and started browsing through his other texts. “So you’re really not hooking up with anyone right now? I find that hard to believe.”
Graham felt a sudden wave of terror as he tried to remember what the recent messages he and Thad had sent each other had been about.
They’d agreed that anything too racy was a bad idea to send via text, but had one of them said something about spending the night or what if Thad had called him baby? If Tanner scrolled back too far, he’d definitely findsomethingincriminating.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Graham protested, wrestling the device away from Tanner. “I’m not hooking up with anyone.”
And he wasn’t. It was a lot more than hooking up with Thad.
“At least three more, because you definitely got a text fromMad-i-son,” Tanner said in a singsong tone.
“Yeah, we’ve been talking again,” Graham admitted.
“Oooh,” Tanner said.
Across the room, Thad’s eyes narrowed.
