“Because men in love don’t feel the need to drink themselves into a stupor the hours leading up to the walk down the aisle,” I replied.
Brody continued to stare at me without speaking. I could almost see that bright mind of his working behind his eyes but he never had a chance to respond because my brother chose that moment to return.
“Hey, Brody! Feeling better?” J.J. asked.
Brody’s eyes stayed on me for one more moment before he broke our staring contest and looked at my brother.
“Yeah, man. Thanks for getting my jacket cleaned up.” No trace of a slur in his words. It was as if all that throwing up had cleansed his body of alcohol. Or maybe he was just Satan in disguise. Good thing this wedding wasn't in a church or else Brody probably would have burst into flames when he walked through the doors.
J.J. grinned. “No problem. The minister just cornered me on my way back. It’s almost time to start.”
Brody took his tuxedo jacket from J.J. and shrugged into it. “Great. Let’s get this done.” He glanced at me. “Good to see you, Cameron.”
I tilted my chin up slightly. “You too, Broderick.”
Ignoring my use of his full name, Brody just grinned and walked out of the bathroom with my brother trailing behind him.
Guess it was time for me to take my seat. After all, there was a train wreck in the making.
