“Can we talk?” I ask.
“Sure.” Beau lets us in and shuts the door.
“Are you okay?” Checking on my brother has to come first.
He sighs. “Yes. Meeting Mum was tough for lots of reasons, but I’ll be okay. I don’t want to see her again, though.” He winces. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear.”
I squeeze his shoulder. “I don’t either. Not right now. I might change my mind in the future, but for now, I just want to move on.”
Fraser gasps. “Is that a ring?” He squeaks. “Oh my God! It is! It’s a ring.”
Beau frowns and looks at my hand on his shoulder. His eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head.
Fraser gets up and grabs Quinn’s hand. “Quinn has one too.” He claps his hands over his mouth and nose. “It’s so exciting!”
“You’re engaged?” Beau asks.
“It looks that way,” I reply.
He folds his arms and taps his foot. “This from the guy who had a go at us for getting engaged quickly. What was it you said?”
“Nought to sixty at the speed of a Ferrari.”
Beau clicks his fingers. “That was it. Fraser, what car is faster than a Ferrari?”
“Fuck if I know. How about a jumbo jet?”
“That’ll do.” He smirks. “You had to outdo me, didn’t you?”
“I…” I stare at him.
Beau laughs. “Relax, Stefan! I’m kidding. I’m really pleased for you.” He hugs me tight. “Both of you.” He embraces Quinn.
“Have you set a date?” Fraser asks.
“No,” I reply. “Have you?”
“No. But we might have to soon. My parents are getting impatient. We’re going to have a huge wedding. It’s never too early to look at wedding magazines. I’ve seen some gorgeous dresses. It’s a shame they’re all white or ivory.” He rolls his eyes. “So boring. We could have a double wedding!”
“No,” I say firmly. “When we get married, we were thinking of doing something smaller.”
“A lot smaller,” Quinn says.
“Of course. You do you.” Fraser puts his arms around Beau’s neck. “Handsome, we might need to set a date soon, or these two will beat us to it.”
“I don’t think it’s a race,” Beau says.
“I suppose not.” He kisses Beau. “I do actually want to get married, though. We’re not engaged to be engaged.”
Beau laughs. “No, we’re not. We can talk about dates whenever you want to.”
Fraser squeaks. “Today?”
“Sure.”
“And that’s our cue to leave,” I decide.
We go to Quinn’s room next. He calls his Dad and Sabella first. Her reaction is scarily similar to Fraser’s, with lots of high-pitched shrieking that’s positively painful over speaker phone. Next, he rings the nursing home and asks to speak to his granddad. There’s a bit of a wait, and then they have a short conversation that leaves Quinn grinning from ear to ear. He slurs his way through saying goodbye and then leans on me for a few minutes.
