“Don’t say it. We’ve got a whole weekend left.”

He kissed the corner of my mouth and then stood, pulling me up with him. We walked downstairs, hand in hand. Abby eyed us until Tyler let me go to join his brothers in the next room.

“Still just friends?” Abby asked.

“You get right to the point, don’t you?”

She shrugged. “No sense in beating around the bush. These boys have been through a lot. For some reason they’re also gluttons for punishment.”

“I guess you’d know,” I said, pushing up on the counter to sit and grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl. I rubbed it on my jeans and took a bite. “Who interrogated you for Travis?”

Abby arched an eyebrow. “Touché.”

“Easy, girls. We’re all on the same side, here,” Camille said while I crunched.

Abby smirked. “Are we?”

“Tyler is a friend,” I said.

Camille and Abby traded knowing glances, and then Abby leaned on the counter next to me. “That’s what we all say. So … are you going to bring that camera to my wedding?”

I looked at the two of them gazing back at me expectantly. Finally, I nodded twice, slow and emphatic. “I’d be honored.”

“America is going to shit,” Camille warned.

“Who’s America?” I asked.

Abby seemed amused. “My best friend. She’s planning the whole thing. She doesn’t like it when I interfere.”

“With your wedding?” I asked.

“Travis and I eloped, so I sort of owe her one. I don’t want to plan it, anyway, but if we have a photographer in the family now…”

“They’re just friends,” Camille teased.

“Oh yeah,” Abby said with a wink. “I forgot.”

“Baby!” Travis called.

Abby excused herself to the next room where the Maddox boys were sitting around a table staring at the cards in their hands. Abby leaned over her husband’s shoulder to check his hand of cards and whispered in his ear.

“Fucking cheating assholes!” Trent yelled.

“Goddamn it!” Jim snapped. “Watch your mouth!”

“They’re cheating!” Trent said, pointing all four fingers at Travis and Abby.

“We quit playing your wife, Trav,” Tyler said. “If you don’t knock it off, we’ll stop letting you play, too.”

“Fuck all of you. You’re just jealous,” Travis said, kissing Abby’s cheek.

Tyler glanced at me for half a second before returning his attention to his cards.

My stomach sank. Travis and Abby, disgustingly happy and shameless in their PDA, were where Tyler thought we were headed. That was why he refused to believe me or even listen. He knew Travis and Abby had survived whatever they’d been through and thought we could do the same.