Chapter1
Jamie
I’m heading down the stairs atThe Bridgewith Nick when I spot Ryan, his brother, at the counter.We join him, threading our way through the crowd.I tap him on the shoulder to get his attention.
“Hey!You’re finally here!”He stands up, holding a pint.
“Didn’t you wait for us?”Nick asks, sitting down.
“The bride-to-be is late, and I’m tired of waiting.”
Ryan moves the stool and sits again, revealing someone who clearly doesn’t belong here.
“What about him?”I ask, pointing at him.
“I have a name, you know.”
“He’s just the designated driver,” Ryan replies.
“Well, thank you, little O’Connor,” he says.
“Don’t you dare call me that,” Ryan warns.
“I’m not afraid of you.All those muscles don’t impress anyone anymore.”
“We can discuss that after your face meets my fist,” Ryan says.
“So, Doctor,” I say, inserting myself into the conversation, “you’re here solely for practical purposes.”
“He’s family, after all,” Nick says, cutting in.
Ryan looks sideways at his brother.
“What?He’s always around, and he’s Evan’s father — he’s basically one of the outsiders.”
“Outsiders my arse!”Ryan snaps.
“Don’t worry, O’Connor.I’ve no interest in joining this merry gang.I’m here to do the girls a favour.”
“Well, since you’re the designated driver… what do you say, Nick?Let’s get the party started!”
“Let’s do it!”he exclaims, slamming his hands on the counter.
“But no beer.Let’s kick things off with some whiskey.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!What are your intentions?”the Doctor asks.
“Don’t worry, Doctor.No one’s taking advantage of you tonight.”
“Definitely.Also, you’re not my type.Too many muscles, too much confidence, and zero brain.”
I don’t respond to the Doctor’s provocation; it has no effect on me.I leave him to his intellectual deductions and turn to the barman to order drinks for everyone.
“Get some for Ian, too; he’ll be here any minute,” Ryan suggests.
I get whiskey for the group, and we find a table.The Doctor/designated driver/pain in the arseis following us.I suspect he’ll be keeping a close watch on us tonight.That’s his problem.He doesn’t know who he’s up against.We’re players, we’re pumped, and we’ve got something to celebrate.No one is going to kill our enthusiasm.In two days, two of the most important people in my life are getting married, and nothing will ruin my mood — not even him.
A few minutes later, Ian appears, weaving through the crowd and heading straight for us.
