“I thought I just heard my brother refer to himself as your fiancé, Little Red Riding Hood.”
“Well, then you heard correctly. And you’re going to keep that to yourself for the time being,” I warn.
Clearly Jax didn’t pick up on the warning. I shake my head as I read through the group chat with the guys once I’ve settled into my hotel room.
Pucking Legends:
Jackson:
Did you hear? Our Benny Boy is getting hitched.
Griffin:
Wait, what? I’ve got so many questions. To who? When? Where? Why? How?
Jackson:
Scarlett Carlisle. They’ve been having secret meetings at the office and he even goes to her house to give her sister guitar lessons.
Carson:
Congrats, Benny! When’s the big day? I’d also just like to point out that she likely fell for you all those years ago because I agreed to sing karaoke with you.
Me:
WTF, J? I only told your nosy ass because we’re family and you inserted yourself into our conversation.
Jackson:
I know. But you probably would’ve kept it a secret for weeks, and you’re going to need our support so you don’t fuck it up.
Me:
Shouldn’t that have been my decision? And what makes you think I’m gonna fuck it up?
Jackson:
Oh, idk . . . probably the fact that you already messed things up with LRRH once.
Griffin:
LRRH??
Jackson:
FFS Little Red Riding Hood.
Carson:
FFS?
Jackson:
For fuck’s sake.
Me:
You guys are exhausting.
