“What do you think happened?” I ask quietly. “Between Austen and Cameron, I mean.”
Mack sighs. “I don’t know. But whatever it is, it’s bad.”
“I think they hooked up,” I say, because the signs are all there.
“No way,” Mack says with a firm shake of his head. “Austen wouldn’t do that.”
I raise a brow at him. “You sure about that?”
“I know Austen. He was confused as fuck when I told him Cameron was in love with him. Fucking oblivious.” I still hold his gaze, and he adds, “He’s getting married in five days. Austen has been faithful this whole time. Why now?”
“Don’t worry,” I say with a frown. “I’m sure Austen isn’t going to risk everything because of some hook up.” My voice is much harsher than I mean it to be. I glare at Mack, my stomach twisting in knots. “He’s smarter than that.”
Mack’s eyebrows furrow, almost as if my words actually hurt him. He makes an angry sound, cursing me as he heads into the store. I shove my phone into my pocket and go in after him. I find Austen and slide next to him.
“Hey,” I say, noticing the way he looks at his phone every ten seconds. Waiting for Cam to text him, likely.
“Hey,” he says, his voice vacant.
“Whatcha lookin at?” I ask. I should say something brotherly, comforting. Maybe even give him a hug or something, but Austen is the kind of person who likes space.
“That,” he points to a silver necklace with a single diamond on it.
“For Savannah?” I ask.
He nods. “She’d probably hate it, though. She doesn’t likeplaindiamonds.”
I scoff. “What woman doesn’t like diamonds?” I laugh.
“She likes LeVian diamonds.”
Of course she does. She doesn’t love the thought behind anything because she’s a selfish bitch.
But I shouldn’t say such things about my future sister-in-law, so I keep my mouth shut. Austen loves her.
Well, he thinks he does, and I guess that’s what matters. Though I’ve never really seen any evidence of that. Yeah, there was the supposed pregnancy thing, but even then he and Savannah didn’t seem all lovey dovey or anything.
Call me crazy, but if I was getting married, I’d be shouting it from the fucking rooftops. When I love something, I love it with my whole fucking heart, and I’m not quiet about the things I love.
Which is why I know things with Mack and I will never work in the real world… and it sucks.
My gaze drifts to him, standing on the opposite side of the room with Paul. They’re looking at something in a case. The saleswoman talks to them and Mack keeps shaking his head.
The lights of the store light him up, making his dark hair and broad shoulders stand out.
I force myself to look away.
“You, uh, heard from Cam? Is he feeling better?” I ask.
Austen shakes his head. “Nope.”
I should push him, but the way his body tensed when I asked, I know I’ve hit more than a nerve. That’s the moment Mack decides to come over.
“You guys ready to leave?” he asks, sounding irritated.
“Yeah,” Austen says apathetically.
Mack and Austen head out. Like little magnets, the rest of the guys start to follow Austen out.
