Page 16 of Forever Yours
“Pru and I are setting a date for our wedding. We’re thinking late August. Would you be a groomsman?”
A smile lit Sebastian’s face. “Of course!” He looked at Chuck and Gabe. “You guys, too?”
Gabe nodded his affirmative. “I’ll be Grey’s best man.”
Chuck, however, shook his head. “Not me. Considering Pru and I dated for a while, we decided it might be too awkward. I’ll just be attending.”
Sebastian raised a suspicious eyebrow. “I’m not paired with Winters, am I? ‘Cause if I am, I might have to re-think this.”
“Don’t worry,” Greyson said. “Pru hasn’t asked the girls yet, but Annabelle would be the maid of honor. Devlin is the other bridesmaid.”
Gabe pictured Devlin, walking down the aisle of a church, a beam of sunlight shining through a stained-glass window making her short hair look like a halo. He shook his head to get that image out of there.
Sebastian went on, clearly not noticing Gabe’s face. “Thank God. Working with her is bad enough, let alone being paired up at a wedding.”
“Well,” Greyson cautioned, “just because you’re not walking down the aisle with her doesn’t mean you won’t have other things to do together.”
“As long as the things don’t include lovey-dovey wedding stuff, then I’m in.” Sebastian clapped Greyson on the back. “Thanks for asking, man. It’ll be an honor to stand up with you on your wedding day.”
“We’re not sure of all the details yet, but I wanted to get this part all squared away.”
Sebastian nudged Gabe with his elbow. “Looks like you’re in charge of corralling Winters and I get to waltz with your girl, I think I got the better part of this bargain.”
Gabe pictured Devlin walking down the aisle again, but this time she was with Sebastian. Irritation bloomed in his chest.
Sebastian did notice Gabe’s face this time. “I’m just joking, Gabe. I have no interest in playing kissy face with any of the ladies in our group. You guys have cornered the market on that.”
Gabe forced out a laugh. “I know,” he lied. “I was just thinking about how much press this wedding is going to get. Nadia must be livid she’s not getting the payoff from this publicity.” Gabe referenced Greyson’s ex-agent, who had tried to break him and Prudence up during the Fall Festival. The story of Greyson retiring from acting right at the height of his fame to come home and win the love of his longtime friend was absolute gossip magazine fodder. Hollywood and its fans were enamored of their story.
“Oh, she is,” Greyson confirmed. “But she’s down to calling me only once a day trying to get me back as a client. Her latest pitch was to just be on retainer in case I decided I wanted some role. The Passel nomination renewed her fascination with me.” Greyson had been nominated for a Passel award, his industry’s highest accolade, and Greyson and Prudence would be leaving sometime this summer to go to L.A. for awards season.
“I can’t believe you haven’t blocked her number already,” Chuck said.
“I did at first, but she has her ways. Besides, I have more fun this way.” Greyson stood. “And speaking of fun, let’s get this dart game started, shall we, boys? I’ve got a fiancée to get home to.”
Gabe finished the rest of his whiskey then picked up the empty glasses. “I’ll grab refills first. You get started.” He walked toward the bar, past the spot where he’d first seen Devlin on New Year’s Eve and ran his fingers over where her hand had lain on the bar top, a habit he now had whenever he walked by the spot. It felt like they were being thrown together at every turn, everything in their lives intertwining. Talking to her should’ve cleared the air, but now they were competing for the shop, and they’d be in Greyson and Prudence’s wedding together this summer. He filled a pitcher of beer from the tap and poured another whiskey before walking back to the guys. He reached the table just as Chuck threw a triple twenty. “Nice, man!”
“Thanks.” Chuck flexed his hand. “It’s all in the wrist.”
Sebastian snickered. “You said it’s all in the wrist.”
“Don’t be gross, Seb,” Greyson cringed.
“I was talking about darts!” Sebastian squared up and took a shot, barely hitting a single. “Dang. Well, what are you guys doing tomorrow? You all have early mornings? Except for you, Grey. We know you don’t do anything important.”
“I keep Prudence satisfied, that’s the most important job I can have.”
“You said you wanted us not to be gross.” Chuck pointed out.
“Whatever, it keeps me happy, too.” Greyson shrugged then gestured at Gabe and Chuck. What about you two?”
“Just work,” Chuck said.
Gabe picked up the darts, ready for his turn. “I’m meeting Pru at the store to pick out furnishings for the basement.” He threw a bullseye.
“Oh yes, now that you say that she did mention something about you needing to get some finishing touches.” Greyson gave a slight cough.
Gabe turned, Greyson’s tone alerting him that something was up. “What are you not telling me, Grey?”