Wylie changes the subject as we start to exit the stables. "We'll see you at the wedding next weekend, right?”
“Whose?” I flip through my mental rolodex of engaged people that I know who might be getting married this June. I know I’ve been locked in and focused on training, ignoring invitations to hang out and off social media so it could be anyone from our small town.
Wylie shoots me a look and arches a brow, “Savannah’s.”
I scoff, “I didn’t realize that was next weekend.”
He comes to an abrupt stop, leaving me a few steps ahead of him now just shy of the Cameron Ranch house. I let out a groan and tilt my head up to the sky.
“What now, Wylie?”
“That’s too bad, because you RSVP’d,” he responds.
I laugh and fold my arms across my chest, “No, I didn’t. That’s something I’d remember doing.”
He shrugs, “Invite was sent to the house here. I RSVP’d for you.”
“You did what now?”
“Don’t you think it’s time to bury the hatchet?”
I shake my head,of coursemy brother would think it’s up to him to decide when it’s time for me to move on. Mid-forties yet still trying to orchestrate what’s best for me as the oldest of the family.
“Ihaveburied the hatchet. I’m happy for her. I don’t feel any ill will towards her. I hope her and…” I wave my arms around in the air, forgetting the name of the guy who she cheated on me with almost seven years ago.
“Devin Keiffer.”
“Right, Devin. I hope she and Mr. Keiffer are happy. I’m glad she’s pregnant and starting a family. It was seven years ago. We’ve all moved forward with our lives, but that doesn’t mean she needs to invite me to her wedding and that also doesn’t mean I need to attend.”
Wylie shakes his head, “It’d be really mature of you to show up. I bet it’d mean a lot to Savannah, too.”
“Why would it matter to her? She doesn’t need my validation and approval to marry the guy, just like she didn’t need my permission to sleep with him when we were still together.”
Wylie chuckles and steps towards me, squeezing my shoulder, “No, she doesn’t need your support, but it would show real growth in you to do it. She’s pregnant, due with twins soon, probably in a vulnerable head space and I know she regrets what she did. If you’ve really forgiven her and moved on, maybe you should tell her that? It may give her some closure she’s seeking, or she may really not care, but it obviously means something that she invited you to it, so I think she wants you there.”
“It just means that we’ve been friends since we were teenagers and our families are close. She invited you, Stevie, Nash and Jovie. I’m sure I was an afterthought.”
“Welp, that afterthought is taking up a seat at table number six along with a plus one date so unless you want to feel fucking horrible making her pay for two plates of some expensive asswedding food that won’t be eaten, you’ll find a date and show up next weekend.”
He starts walking again, and I glare at the back of his head, half-seriously wondering if I’ve built up enough muscle and speed to get him in a headlock and pin him to the ground. He’s forty-six now—an old man by my accounts—but still pulling the same tricks he used to play on me when he was thirty-five.
I shake my head, frustrated. Just because I’ve forgiven Savannah and moved on doesn’t mean I want to be the guy who shows up at her wedding with a gift and a smile, pretending to be all cool about things.
“Whatcha got going on tonight?” he tosses over his shoulder as our feet hit the deck of Cameron ranch.
It’s been a few years now since I’d moved out of Cameron, but being back always reminds me of the simple times growing up and causing trouble with my brothers. The warm summer weather, the view off the deck that leads down to a large, grass yard where we used to throw a football. Cameron ranch will always feel like home.
I have no idea what Wylie’s about to proposition me with now, but I have a feeling it’s not going to be something I want to participate in.
“Nothing. I have the next two nights off, so I figured I’d probably go over to Ashwood and hang with Nash and the twins for a bit. Cody said he wanted me to watch some tapes of his latest football game.”
“Spoiler alert, they lost.”
“Damn,” I chuckle shaking my head, “I thought it sounded nice.”
Wylie smiles. “I have a better idea. Double date with me and Stevie. We have a sitter. Georgia has a date for you.”
Just the mention of a sitter reminds me of Maggie and the way her pussy clenched around me when she came all over mytongue a few weeks ago.
