Thomas and Liis were the next to say their good-byes, leaving the middle-born Maddoxes and their cousin with their dates.

An upbeat song came over the speakers, and Taylor pulled me onto the makeshift dance floor, which was only an area of the patio cleared of tables. For the dozenth time that evening, he spun me around, but then he tripped, and we stumbled to the floor. In the few seconds it took for us to fall, despite the many drinks he’d had, he reached out, making sure to hold me inches off the ground while his hip and shoulder banged against the concrete.

“Oh!” his brothers said, all gathering around us.

Shepley, Tyler, and Trenton worked together to help me up.

“You okay?” Shepley asked.

“Yes,” I said, watching Taylor struggle to stand upright.

“Are you okay?” Taylor asked me.

“I didn’t even hit the floor. Are you okay?”

He nodded, his eyes unfocused. “I can’t feel anything at the moment.”

Tyler patted his brother’s shoulder, hard. “Attaboy.”

America shook her head, turning to me. “Want anything besides sparkling water? He’s way ahead of you.”

“I can see that,” I said, smiling when Taylor’s brothers took turns pushing him back and forth.

“Okay, okay,” Shepley said. “We’re all drunk. Quit fucking with one another before someone gets pissed, and a fight breaks out. I don’t want to be kicked out of a hotel when we’re out of the country.”

“This is US territory,” Taylor said, weaving. “We’re good.”

“See?” Ellison said, pointing at Taylor. “He’s not too drunk. Partying may proceed.”

The boys left for the railing to take a smoke break, and America, Ellison, and Camille joined me at a table.

America rested her arm on top of the back of a chair, looking exhausted.

“You did good,” Camille said.

“You planned this?” I asked.

“Every last detail,” America said. “Abby wanted nothing to do with it. If I was going to get my dream best friend’s wedding where I was the costar maid of honor, I was going to have to plan it myself. So, I did.”

“Impressive,” I said.

The pattering of rain prompted the servers to rush to lower the fabric sidewalls and move the tables to protect the guests. The boys didn’t move, happily standing in the shower of the warm island rain.

Camille jumped up and rushed to Trenton, hugging him. He twirled her around, and she squealed in delight, letting her head fall back while closing her eyes.

A server approached the boys, offering a glass of water for them to extinguish their cigarettes, and they returned to us. Spatters of rain made translucent specks on the shoulders, chests, and sleeves of their white button-downs.

Taylor sat beside me and lifted my hand to his mouth before kissing my knuckles. “I’m trying to be polite, but all I can think about is getting you back to the room.”