“Just checkin’. You’re sensitive. I wanna make sure you get all the time you need to feel whole.”
Stone’s eyebrows narrowed. “Fuck you.”
He laughed. “I’m gettin’ married.”
“I heard that rumor.” Stone rolled his eyes. “You forget you already told me the good news, bro?”
“No, I mean, we’re actually makin’ plans. It’s happenin’.”
His brother’s expression relaxed, and a genuine smile formed. “That’s great news. You tell Mom and Dad yet?”
Donovan shook his head and downed what was left of his beer. He went to get another.
“So what’s the holdup?” Stone asked when he returned, setting two more beers on the table.
“Tate wants to talk to Reilly first.”
“Are they on the outs?”
“No.”
“Are their phones broken?”
“No.”
“Is there a reason they’re avoidin’ each other?”
Donovan shook his head. He knew Stone would keep going if he let him. “We’ve decided to get married in Vegas.”
Stone’s smile was slow and mischievous. “Dad’s gonna be thrilled. Mom’s gonna kick. Your. Ass.”
Donovan feared his brother was right. Which was part of the reason he hadn’t talked to his parents yet. He needed to, but he was making excuses, pretending he was waiting for Tate and Reilly to finalize their plans.
“Not just Tate and me,” he admitted, watching Stone’s reaction. “Reilly and Brady wanna get married in Vegas, too.”
Stone’s eyebrows launched skyward. “No shit? A double weddin’? In Vegas?”
Donovan nodded.
Stone barked a laugh. “Mom’s gonna shit kittens.”
There was a good chance he wasn’t wrong about that. When Donovan mentioned a double wedding to Tate, he’d been joking. He never would’ve said anything if he thought Tate would run with the idea. But that was where they were at. As soon as Tate mentioned it to Reilly, his baby sister exploded with ideas. To the point that Donovan realized he and Brady didn’t have a say in the matter anymore. They were simply along for the ride.
“How’s that work?” Stone asked. “Isn’t Brady supposed to be your best man? And vice versa?” He laughed. “And wouldn’t Reilly be Tate’s? And—”
“Vice versa,” Donovan supplied for him. “Yeah. They’re tryin’ to come up with a solution.”
Stone laughed, the sound echoing through the kitchen. “Man, I guess there are worse problems to have.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“Speakin’ of problems.” It was Donovan’s turn to smile. “HowareStevie and Nico?”
Stone went still, his eyes searching. Donovan knew he was wondering how he had found out. He gave him a minute because, seriously, the answer was simple.
“Reilly.”
“Bingo.”
