Her laugh is soft, nervous.
“You’re going to do my makeup?”
“I can, but if you want an expert’s eye, we can get Mac in here. Well—” I grin, motioning for her to sit on the stool. “Expert is…generous. I’ve seen the pictures from her trashy era.”
Sera blushes, smiling despite herself.
“Sit,” I tell her, tapping the stool. “One minute.”
I jog out and find Mac, give her the two second rundown. She follows me back, already judging me with her eyebrows.
“You know, Sera, you really don’t need any,” Mac says, circling her like a shark. “You’re gorgeous as you are.”
“Thanks…I think you’re really pretty too.”
My brain short-circuits.
What was that? What did I just see? Did they just have a moment? Is there a chance of mud wrestling in the future? KY?
Calm down. One step at a time, you feral fuck up.
“Trey, wait in the hall. I don’t like the face you’re pulling.”
“What—? Fine.” I grumble, blow Sera an exaggerated kiss, and step out into the hallway.
“You said something stupid, didn’t you,” Logan calls from across the hall.
The way my palms go damp makes me hate how predictable I am. “Nah. Just…pulled a face.”
Logan wanders over, drops onto the loveseat beside me.
“How you doing, bro? We were a little worried when you didn’t show up to the reception…”
“Yeah, sorry… I just…I thought it was best if—”
“It’s alright. As long as you say you’re good, we’re good.”
I lean my head back and breathe out, a slow grin tugging at my mouth.
“Better than good, actually. It’s like…” I swallow, the truth settling in my chest. “The marriage is real.”
Logan waits, patient.
“We decided—if we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it. All in. No half ass. Whole ass only.”
“Figured you guys would.” He chuckles.
I snort and shoulder check him. He laughs.
“I’m worried I’m not good enough for her, though.”
Logan pauses, really looks at me.
“Just be you. You’re pretty fucking cool when you’re not being an idiot.”
“You ever feel that way about Mac?”
“Of course.”
