“Well, your parents are already throwing us that wedding reception—” My words cut short as his eyes widen.
Oh, fuck.
“What wedding reception?”
“Shit,” I breathe out.
“What wedding reception, Hollis?”
“You know? I think I’ve left Pres out there by herself long enough.” I motion to the door with my thumb. “I think I’m just gonna…”
He moves far too quickly for a dude his size and blocks my exit. “What. Fucking. Wedding. Reception?”
I blow out a breath. “When we told your parents we got married?—”
He raises a hand. “Hold up. Exactly how many people in my family know you’re married?”
I really wish my wife were here. “All of them?” Not sure why I phrase it like a question.
“All of them?”
I nod. “Pretty much.”
“Myles?”
“Yup. He was thrilled. Bought us a round of shots.”
His brow furrows. “Mercury?”
I nod. “She was preoccupied at the time, but happy for us.”
He groans. “Cash?”
“He was pretty grumpy over the news. But, from what I hear, he’s pretty grumpy all the time.”
“He is,” he agrees, momentarily distracted. “Myles called him the Grinch in the group chat last month.”
“Does that mean his heart’s gonna grow three sizes?”
He snorts. “Doubtful.”
“Zander?”
“Uh…” I pause for a moment as his eyes fill with hope. “No, actually. Pres was worried he’d just go and blab the news to you before she could, so she hasn’t told him.”
“Yes!” He fist pumps.
I’m going to overlook the fact that he seems more excited about not being the last to know about our marriage than about our actual marriage.
Silence settles between us again, and I shift, looking around the small room as he steps away from the door.
“So you really just up and moved your whole life to be with my sister?”
I glance over at him. “It wasn’t much of a life, but yeah. And happily. Wouldn’t you do the same for Zara?”
“Happily,” he echoes my words.
“I heard you two moved in together?”
