A goofy smile spreads across his face. “Yeah. Never thought I’d be the domestic type, but here we are.” He shrugs. “We spent last weekend picking out area rugs and plants for our living room. Like, who gives a shit if the rug goes with the curtains? Apparently, I do.”
I snort. “Happy for you, man.”
“Yeah, you too.” He pauses, and his mouth quirks. “I guess.”
I chuckle. “Such enthusiasm.”
His expression turns serious. “I couldn’t pick a better guy for my sister if I tried, Hollis. I know you’ll cherish her better than any man alive.” He pauses. “And I fucking knew you had a crush on her in high school.”
I open my mouth to protest, but end up just bursting out laughing. “To be fair, I really tried not to.”
“Well, I’m glad you figured it out. Although I’m pissed I’m always the last to know.” He shakes his head, muttering, “Those fuckers think I can’t keep a secret, but I can. When Zander signed with Manic, I didn’t tell anyone!”
“You really think you can keep a secret?”
His head whips around. “Yeah.”
I grin. This idea has been brewing in my head for months, but I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to pull it off. Now that I know this is the real deal… “I have something I might need you to help me with, but you can’t tell Presley.”
“Just Presley? Cause I can totally keep a secret.”
I raise a brow. “Okay, it will just stay between us, then. No one else.”
I really don’t care, as long as it doesn’t get back to my wife. But, Hen looks so eager…
I step in closer. “Okay, here’s the deal…”
Chapter Thirty-Two
HOLLIS
I fucking hate ties.
Actually, I just hate dress clothes in general.
When I’m at the club, I’m always in a suit. Since moving to LA, though, it’s just t-shirts, jeans, and what Pres calls my slutty sweats.
But not today.
I fiddle with the bow tie around my neck for the hundredth time, letting out a frustrated sigh. My phone starts to vibrate on the dresser beside me.
I pick it up and see Jonas’s name flashing across the screen. I swipe to answer, and his face appears on the video call.
He’s lounging on his leather sofa. The sun has already set on the East Coast, and even though it’s not even Thanksgiving, their apartment is covered in Christmas lights. “Oh damn, you look snazzy.”
My expression turns doubtful. “You can only see me from, like, the chest up.”
He motions with a finger. “You’re standing in front of a mirror, genius. I can see your reflection.”
I raise a brow. “So basically, you’re checking out my ass?”
He snorts. “No, I’m checking out your tux. Is that Armani?”
I set my phone back on the dresser, propping it against a picture so Jonas doesn’t have to stare at the ceiling. I need to get this tie figured out. Pres is in the bathroom finishing up her makeup, and I want to be done by the time she comes out.
“Fuck if I know,” I answer, trying to remember the directions the salesclerk gave me. “Hendrix sent me to this place he goes to. They picked it out.”
“I could have helped you. Hell, I could have just shipped you something from my closet. No—the other way.” He motions with his finger, pointing at my tie. “It goes under, then over.”
