After America gave her speech, the music began to play. At first, no one danced, but after the third round of drinks, almost everyone was on the dance floor. The brothers, including Thomas, were teasing Travis with their own Travis-like dance moves, and I was giggling so hard that tears were streaming down my face.

Abby strolled across the room and sat next to me, watching the boys from her new seat. “Wow,” she said. “I think they’re trying to scare poor Cami off.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” I said, wiping my cheeks.

Abby watched me until I looked at her. “She’s going to be my sister-in-law soon, I hear.”

“Yes. The proposal was quite entertaining.”

She turned her head to the side a bit and clicked her tongue. “Trent always is. So, you were there?”

“I was.” I wished Thomas had never warned me about how smart she was. Her calculating eyes made me want to sink back into my seat.

“For the entire thing?” she asked.

“For most of it. Travis was the first to leave.”

“Were there strippers?”

I sighed in relief. “Just Trenton.”

“Dear Jesus,” she said, shaking her head.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, I spoke up, “It was a beautiful ceremony. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. You’re Liis, right?”

I nodded. “Liis Lindy. Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you. Poker phenom? So impressive,” I said without an ounce of condescension.

“What else did Thomas tell you?” she asked.

“He told me about the fire.”

Abby looked down and then to her husband. “A year ago today.” Her mind drifted off to somewhere unpleasant, and then she snapped back to reality. “We weren’t there, thank God. We were in Vegas. Obviously. Getting married.”

“Was Elvis there?”

Abby laughed. “He was! He was. We were married in the Graceland Chapel. It was perfect.”

“You’ve got family out there, right?”

Abby’s shoulders relaxed. She was as cool as ice. I wondered if even Val could get a read on her.

“My dad. We don’t speak.”

“So, I guess he didn’t go to the wedding.”

“No. We didn’t tell anyone.”

“Really? I thought Trent and Cami knew. But that can’t be right because he was at the fight that night, right? Christ, that’s scary. We’re lucky we’re looking at him making an ass of himself right now.”

Abby nodded. “We weren’t there. People say”—she chuckled—“that we ran off to Vegas to get married to give Travis an alibi. I mean, how ridiculous.”

“I know,” I said, trying to sound disinterested. “That would be crazy. And you obviously love him.”