Weird. Wouldn’t he want Alex? I guessed the sibling he was closest to made sense.
Dom cut through my confusion. “Finn, will you be my best man?”
I blinked. “Me?”
“Yeah, you idiot,” Dom looked at me like I was crazy. “You’re my brother and best friend. Of course I want you.”
“I’d love to,” I smiled back. “I’m totally going to kill it at this best man thing. I’m going to best man so hard, you’ll wish you were gettin’ hitched twice.”
“Okay, don’t oversell it,” Dom snorted. “I don’t want it adding stress while you’re still recovering. We’ve got a wedding planner and plenty of help. Your roles are more honorary than anything.”
I sobered, meeting his eyes. “Dom, I’m honored you asked. I’d be more than happy to be your best man.”
“Great!” Enzo clapped his hands. “Now that that’s settled, what are we thinking for dessert?” He flagged down our server.
I glanced at Sasha. She was watching me with dark eyes, cheeks flushed as she chewed her bottom lip—like she was calculating just how long she could get away with torturing me.
I swallowed involuntarily. This was going to be a long summer.
Chapter7
Ray’s a BIG fan
Alex
I sat at my desk clicking my pen in a steady rhythm,watching Oliver mess with his phone on the small sofa in my office. We hadn’t spoken since he’d appeared ten minutes ago to inform me we’d be getting a phone call from Titan Games. When I’d asked what it was about, he’d just shrugged.
Click. Click. Click.
Outside the glass dividing my space from the assistants’ area, Tabitha and Kirsty leaned over Kirsty’s computer, their voices a low murmur I couldn’t quite make out. The normally familiar sounds of the office felt off today. Keyboards tapping, the coffee machine gurgling, Lennon’s quiet laugh all seemed too loud and too distant at the same time.
Oliver took a deep breath, crossed his legs, uncrossed them, then glanced up at me. My pen clicking had gotten faster.
“Do you think we should get Jordan and Casey?” he asked finally, meaning our creative and dev directors.
I shook my head, forcing the pen to stillness. “I want to know what’s up first.”
It wasn’t normal for Titan to request same-day calls. They scheduled everything days to weeks out, treating time like a precious commodity they parceled out in fifteen-minute increments. Something was definitely going on.
Tabitha entered with a tall glass of ice water and a stack of sketches and mood boards I’d been avoiding in my laptop inbox. She set them down without comment, knowing my tendency to ignore digital files.
“Thanks, Tabs,” I took a long pull through the straw, the cold helping settle my stomach.
“You good with your usual sandwich order?” She glanced between Oliver and me. “Both of you?”
“I brought leftovers,” Oliver smiled. “Thanks, Tabitha.”
“I’ll make sure Kirsty knows,” she nodded toward Oliver’s assistant.
“Sandwich is great, thank you,” I was already skimming the sketches to give my hands something to do. “But will you have them leave off all the vegetables and condiments this time?”
“You want a dry sandwich?” Oliver’s eyebrows shot up.
“Any time I say no tomatoes, they inevitably put them on anyway, then scrape them off, leaving little bits of snot and seeds to soak into the bread.”
“You certainly have a way with words.”
“I’ll have them include mayo and mustard on the side,” Tabitha winked, pulling the door shut behind her.
