Page 24 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

“Think she’ll talk to us again?” Tyler asks as we cross through the lounge to get to the back door that leads out to the pool.

“I doubt she’ll just ignore us,” Marcus replies. “We have to talk about what happened, right?”

I pause at the door and turn to them. “If she doesn’t want to, we’re not going to.”

Marcus frowns, but he nods.

Tyler sighs. “I wish last night didn’t end. It was way more fun than this.”

Last night can’t happen again. I agree with Cassidy, even if part of me doesn’t want to. I owe it to Ryan to keep my promise from here on out.

Together, the three of us step out of the building and walk around the large, curved pool, passing by tables under large umbrellas where people are eating breakfast from one of the resort’s luxury restaurants.

“Hey!” Ryan calls out to us from a round table where he, Derek, and two other friends are already seated.

I nod to him and take a seat across from him and Derek, my jaw immediately clenching at the sight of the best man. I already wasn’t a fan of him because he’s overly cocky, but I especially don’t care for him now that I know how much he hurt Cassidy.

“Morning,” Derek says to us, black shades resting on the bridge of his nose. He wears a bright orange Hawaiian shirt that’s as loud and obnoxious as he is.

I grunt in response, busying myself with staring at the menu.

“When did you guys get back to the hotel?” Tyler asks, doing what he does best and alleviating the tension.

“Probably around midnight,” Ryan replies, sweeping his hand over his light brown hair as he relaxes back in his chair.

“Where did you three run off to?” Derek questions us.

I briefly glance at Marcus and Tyler, all of us waiting for the other to speak up first.

Luckily, the waitress comes by to take drink orders, so none of us have to say anything for a minute.

“Did you sneak off with some of the bridesmaids?” Derek asks once the waitress walks off, his eyebrow lifting.

Why can’t he mind his own business?

“No, we headed back to our suite before we caught a hangover like the groom,” I tell him pointedly, my eyes piercing his.

“I think the wedding should be a dry event,” Tyler says with a playful glint in his eyes.

Laughter surrounds the table, and I force a half-smile on my face.

“Well, look at what we have here.”

I look over my shoulder to see Sarah and her bridesmaids walking toward us. I scan their group for Cassidy, but she’s nowhere to be seen.

Shit. Did we spook her so bad that she won’t even show her face?

“Hey, beautiful,” Ryan greets his fiancé with a starry look on his face.

Sarah smiles and bounds over to him to kiss him. “Looks like both our planners had the same idea for this morning.”

“Join us,” Ryan says, motioning to the seat next to him. “We can push that table over there closer to us.”

I stand with the other guys to drag a nearby table over, both of our groups mixing together to sit and talk as the waitress comes by with our drinks.

“I’m here!”

I turn again, my body freezing at the sight of Cassidy hurrying our way.