Blaise’s lips parted. “Wait, does this mean…”
Wes’s eyes widened. “Are you—”
“Not pregnant. If I was”—Laurel raised her wine glass—“I wouldn’t be drinking this.”
Brett winked. “But we’re preparing for when the time comes. Practice makes perfect.”
The men laughed.
As Laurel shook her head, Brett pulled her closer. “You know it’s true, my love.”
Awww.Hadley swallowed a sigh. Henry was correct about these two. They were sweet together.
“I’ll take Hadley inside to meet the others,” Blaise said.
After three different versions of “talk to you later,” Hadley followed him into the house. “They seem nice.”
“They are.” He glanced over his shoulder. “You’ll need to spend more time with Wes.”
“As long as I don’t mention football, I should be fine.”
“You’ll do great.”
His confidence buoyed her, making her feel they could pull this off.
The couple who’d been sitting on the couch when she arrived was in the kitchen with Iris. The guy—Dash—in the chair frantically tapped on his phone screen.
Blaise sighed. “Put away the game, Dash. It’s time to be social.”
Dash remained focused on his phone. “I’m not one to mingle unless it’s through my headset during a game.”
“Twenty-eight going on thirteen,” Blaise whispered to her. “Come on, Dash. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
Dash glanced up. When his gaze met Hadley’s, his face flushed. The game suddenly forgotten, he stood. He was taller than the other men with carelessly styled hair and attractive features.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize anyone new would be here.” Dash wiped his palms on his jeans and then shook her hand. “I’m Dash. The unsocial one still trying to figure out this thing called adulting.”
She’d known he was younger than Wes and Blaise, but his clothes and mannerisms reminded her of a kid in college, trying to find his way. Must be more of a stereotypical tech guy. That put her at ease. She’d had other clients like Dash.
“Hadley,” she replied. “It’s nice to meet you, but sorry to take you away from your game.”
“Oh, no worries.”
For a nerd gamer, the guy appeared to be easygoing and friendly. That was a nice surprise.
“It’s mine,” he added.
“That means Dash wrote it,” Blaise explained.
“Right,” Dash said. “I was goofing around to see what score I could get since I haven’t had time to play it for a while.”
Definitely a different world. But Hadley didn’t feel as uncomfortable as she thought she would. “I hope you did well.”
“High score.” Excitement filled his eyes. “But I know all the Easter eggs so I have an advantage. Oh, did you see the new personal sub going on the market? Might have to buy one.”
Blaise shook his head. “Do you need a submarine?”
Dash shrugged. “Does Adam need a whiskey distillery or you a helicopter?”
