Wes didn’t like Henry’s smugness. “How did you know what Blaise needed?”
“For a bunch of tech geniuses, you know little about people. Weren’t you ever curious about his never mentioning his family or those bits and pieces of his past he told us?”
Not really, because Wes had been too busy living his own life. And that made him feel like a jerk. As Dash had said that night when Blaise told them about his past, this had been on them, too, for not being better friends.
Leave it to the bacchanalian billionaire, more of a man-child than the Wonderkid, to know what Blaise needed more than anyone else.
Wes sighed. “It won’t happen again.”
“Good.” Henry appeared to scan the crowd. “And even though you and Blaise are close, I will be their child’s godfather.”
The certainty in Henry’s voice made Wes laugh. “I suppose you had a role.”
“A starring role,” Henry reminded. “Though all of us played a part in their reconciliation.”
“We did.” Wes would never forget the eight of them in Blaise’s hotel suite, brainstorming ways to get Hadley back until the wee hours of Sunday morning. Even Lex and Rizzo had taken part. After some sleep, they’d spent the day plotting and making contingency plans. Then, they’d gone ring shopping, which might have been funny if they hadn’t been so on edge. He’d done the interview with Blaise and Dash before they’d all flown to San Francisco.
“Look at that delicious morsel.” Henry winked at a beautiful woman with chestnut-colored curly hair standing on the opposite side of the dance floor. “I’ll be getting her number before the end of the reception.”
“Good luck.” Though Henry never had trouble finding dates. Women loved his charm and eccentricities even if the guy never appeared serious about anyone. “Too bad you didn’t join the bet or you could be in the running to win.”
Henry shook his head. “I only make bets when I’m guaranteed to win.”
Wes had heard about Henry rigging his birthday adventure that brought Brett and Laurel Matthews together. “You cheat to get the desired outcome.”
“Cheat is such a negative word.” Henry took another sip. “I prefer to say I enjoy giving fate a helping hand.”
Wes snagged a full glass of champagne off a passing tray. “Looks like I’ll be the one to win the bet. Dash brought Raina as his plus-one today.”
Glancing at Dash and his date, Henry shook his head. “Spending time together doesn’t guarantee falling in love. They get along well, but Dash will never propose to Raina. She invited herself to today’s nuptials.”
Wes stared at Henry in disbelief. “How do you know that?”
“I asked.” A smug expression settled on Henry’s face. “If I were a betting man, which I’m not, my money would be on Dash being the last man standing. No offense.”
“None taken, but why?”
“It’s simple,” Henry said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Our beloved geek avoids conflict. He also hates change, so whatever woman hangs in there and asks him to marry her will end up his wife. But whoever that poor girl turns out to be, she’ll need the patience of a saint to last that long.”
Wes laughed. Henry’s insight was on point. “That’s why Dash is called Mr. Status Quo.”
“Fits perfectly.” Henry’s gaze darkened. “So are you seeing any lovely lady or ladies?”
“No.” Wes didn’t want to discuss this, especially when Hadley and Blaise’s happiness was making it difficult to breathe. “I’m taking a break from dating.”
Wes hoped Henry didn’t press for more information.
The song ended.
As Blaise stared at his bride on the dance floor, love poured from his gaze. Hadley’s adoration for her groom was as palpable. Wes could feel it from where he stood.
“I love you,” Blaise mouthed.
Hadley lit up. “I love you so much.”
Wes’s breathing hitched. His heart stilled.
I want that.
