I laugh before I even turn around because I already know who it is.
“Heath,” I say, shaking my head as he grins like he just won something. His golden-retriever energy is in full force with his broad smile, dimples popping, and a suit that almost fits him, tie already loosened even though the night’s barely started. “I wish I could say the same to you.”
“Seriously, where the fuck did you find that suit? Goodwill?” Jett asks, hiding his chuckle.
Heath puffs out his chest as he picks at a piece of invisible lint. “Actually, I did.”
“Oh, sweetie,” I chastise. “I could’ve helped you find a suit.”
Heath shrugs. “It’s not like I’ll have it for long.”
“Plan on stripping?” Jett teases.
“Never know where the night might take me.”
We all share a laugh.
“Can we ever get through one night without someone running around naked?” I murmur as memories flash of nights together when we dared each other to do crazy things.
“So, you two together again?” Heath flicks his attention from me to Jett standing beside me, steady and solid and entirely toohandsome for his own good. His hand brushes my lower back, and I melt into his familiar touch.
“We’re—” I start at the same time Jett simply says, “Yes.”
My cheeks heat as I stare up where Jett’s piercing blue eyes are waiting for me. I shake my head and roll my eyes.
Saylor squeals and pulls me into a hug, her bright pink hair glittering under the lights. “You freaking did this,” she says, spinning slowly to take it all in. “It’s like I teleported to Vegas.”
“I had help,” I say, brushing off the praise.
“Take the compliment,” Jett states.
Behind her, Greer saunters our way, a fake pout on her face as she lifts her drink. “I lost twenty fake dollars in under a minute. Ten-out-of-ten experience.”
“Wait until the blackjack tables fill up,” Heath says. “Jacob gets mean.”
As if summoned, Jacob appears near the stage, already laughing loudly with his wife at his side as they talk with a group of guests. Abby’s eyes flick in our direction, and I wave.
“Abby looks stunning,” I muse, and the girls all agree.
“It’s nice to see her out,” Heath says. “She’s been off lately.”
“Motherhood changes a woman,” Greer adds.
Music hums from the far side of the hall where the band is setting up. I spot Baker at the mic, guitar slung low, adjusting levels while his drummer messes around behind him. Glancing to my side, I notice I’m not the only one observing him, and he’s watching her. When he catches my eye, his cheeks redden, my attention swinging to Greer, who’s also blushing.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“About Baker?” she questions, and I hum. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Guys don’t look at their friends like that.”
“Like how?”
“Like he wants to strip you out of your dress.”
Greer splutters, choking on her drink.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
