“When we do have a kid—I’m not saying that’s happening anytime soon or anything—but when we do, what game am I supposed to play then?”
He looked so earnest I felt a weird tug somewhere in the vicinity of my heart. “Are you guys talking about kids?”
“Eventually,” he confirmed. “I mean … we both want at least one. We’re going to see how that goes before we decide on more.”
“Hmm.” I had to think about that. “I kind of like the idea of being the favorite uncle,” I admitted after several seconds.
He laughed. “You don’t want to be a dad?”
“One day. I don’t think I’m there yet.”
“So … there’s nothing else that’s bothering you?” he pressed.
“What else would be bothering me?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. You seem a little off lately, though. I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you,” I promised. “It’s just something I’m getting used to. I lost my wingman,” I reminded him. “Without you, life hasn’t been easy. I’ve had to use this to bring in all the women.” I pointed toward my smile. “It’s doable, but it was easier when we had your wallet to fall back on.”
Zach scowled. “Um … women fell for more than my wallet. Come on.”
Laughter erupted. “I can’t remember that ever happening.”
Olivia picked that moment to join us. “What are you two laughing about?” she asked as she slid in on Zach’s side.
His eyes immediately went to her, and he grinned. “Hey, baby.” He gave her a soft kiss, the sort that turned my stomach. It wasn’t just because she was my sister either. No, it was something more. “How are you?”
“Did you have an Olivia drink?”
He nodded. “It was delicious, just like the woman who served as inspiration.” Only an idiot would’ve missed the fact that the conversation was turning sexual.
“And on that note…” I stood up and grabbed my drink from Misty as she approached. “You guys are officially gross,” I told them. “I mean … just absolutely disgusting.”
Olivia turned her pretty smile to me. “You’re just jealous. I know, deep down, you want someone special to love too. I’m going to make that my mission when we’re back from our honeymoon.”
I glared at her. “Don’t you even think about it. I happen to like being a bachelor.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Yeah, we’ll talk again in a few weeks.” With that, she plastered herself against Zach and they got lost in each other’s mouths.
“Ugh.” Misty glared at them.
I grinned. “I’m right there with you.”
I GOT DRUNKER THAN I ANTICIPATED. ONE BOURBONturned into four. The Stone sisters wanted to dance, which meant that they needed someone to dance with them. I became their monkey. They even referred to me as their monkey in a suit.
I was about to call it a night—if I didn’t, I was going to hate myself the following morning—when Ruby grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the dance floor.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” she teased. One look at her and I knew she was as tipsy as me.
“I’m going home, Booby Ruby. You should too.” I was a little unsteady on my feet, which wasn’t like me. I’d definitely drank too much, and in too short of time. “I have to work tomorrow.”
“Oh, come on.” Ruby batted her eyelashes. “This is my favorite song.”
I had to crane to hear what music was playing. “What is that? Is that Enya?”
She snorted. “Enya? How old are you?”
“Not as old as you.”
