I lean into him. “Ah, babe. We love you. I’m drinking Liquid Death, too. You’re not the only one.”
“Oh, two Liquid Death drinkers? You’re bound to have an unforgettable night,” Meg adds.
“Alright, alright. Take it easy, everyone,” Tom says loudly. He turns his attention to me and Jensen. “Do you two need any help this week?”
“Nah,” Jensen replies. “We hired a moving company, and as you all know,” he points to me, “Alley is a control freak. She’s boxing up everything that’s important, and everything else will be left for the movers.”
“Well, I for one am going to miss you both. But I’m very happy for you,” Christy announces.
Jensen grins. “Thanks, Mom.” He drapes an arm around my shoulder and presses a kiss to my temple. “We’ll miss you all too, but we can’t wait.”
“Your father and I plan to come visit once you’re settled.”
“That’ll be great.” Jensen shoves a bite of chicken into his mouth, chews, then says, “Maybe wait until summer when the weather’s better. Besides, we’ll be back in a month for Jordan’s wedding.”
Matt’s head jerks up. “What? You already got your invitation?”
“Yeah,” Jensen says slowly. “A few weeks ago.”
Matt turns to Megan. “Did you and Kev get one?”
She hesitates. “Yeah. Same time as Jensen and Al. You didn’t?”
Matt’s jaw tightens. “No. When were you all planning to tell me?”
“Honestly, man, I just assumed you had one, too. I figured we’d all go together,” Jensen says sincerely.
It’s a little harsh but not surprising. Jensen told me about his drunken text messages to Jordan last month.
“Fuck,” Matt mutters. “I can’t believe it.” He lets out a bitter laugh. “It’s like I never even existed.”
“I’m sorry,” Megan says softly. “It makes sense, though. You two have a lot of history. She’s probably just trying to do right by her fiancé.”
“Exactly. We have so much history, that I can’tfathomnot inviting her to my wedding.”
“Oh?” Meg cocks a brow. “You getting married any time soon?”
He drags a hand down his face and groans. “Next topic!”
“Alright,” Megan smirks, stabbing at her salad. “Did you all see Matt in this month’sTown & Country?Made Manhattan’s Most Eligible Bachelors list.”
My fork stills midair.Whoa. Matt’s on that list? I mean, sure, he’s rich, hot, loyal like a golden retriever, but Manhattan’s Most Eligible? I stare at him across the table. Sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, tattoos bold against his skin. Top buttons undone, Rolex gleaming under the light. A thin platinum chain disappears beneath his collar—a cross he never removes.
Yeah… I guess it makes sense.
Matt groans, rolling his eyes as he drops his fork. “Oh, God, don’t start.”
“What?” Megan grins. “It’s an achievement! An impressive one at that.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t tell me you actually read that crap.”
“Town & Countryisn’t crap,” Megan fires back.
“It’s not crap,” Amber and Christy echo almost in unison.
“Al? You read that shit too?” Matt asks, brow raised.
“If it’s not inPeople,it didn’t happen,” I say, grinning.
