Remy looked around the full barn at the Rockin’ R Ranch. The entire barn had been remade into a shabby chic space, a gorgeous wedding and reception venue. Twinkle lights brought intimacy to the dance floor and candles lit each table. A cool breeze swept through the place.

“I can’t believe it. We’re all married. I would have told you that would never happen.” Shane was sitting across from him, his pregnant wife, Talia, standing a few feet away talking with Lisa, Suzanne Burke, and Natasha Blade.

The women were all looking stunning and he had to admit, his old team had done a damn fine job. Each had married far above himself.

Riley sat back, his lips curling up in a smirk. “I would have totally bet against Dec.”

Declan gave Riley his happy middle finger, but he was smiling while he did it. “Fuck you, Blade. Do you have any idea the things I could show you if I wanted to? I know some crazy shit now.”

Riley frowned. “Hey, what could you possibly know that I don’t? I get that your girl is in the business. We all love her show. But I’ve got Hollywood connections, too.”

Declan had married a TV chef. Suzanne had a popular show called Angel in the Kitchen. Lisa enjoyed it and had made many a delicious meal from Suzanne’s repertoire.

“Uh, Suzanne’s connections are way deeper than Hollywood,” Dec replied. “And Shane, I met a doctor who thinks Talia is the bomb. Name’s Eidolon and he’s such a fan. Says he rarely sees humans as brave as Talia.”

“Humans?” Shane asked.

“I mean researchers. You know, doctors who could make a shit ton of money off their work, but they give it up to the betterment of mankind.” Declan had gone a little pink. “You know, humans. You have another word for it?”

Riley shook his head. “Dude, you have gotten even weirder since you left.”

Declan’s mouth went wide with a smile of pure joy. “Brother, you have no idea.”

“Hey, I’ve seen some weird stuff in my day,” Remy said. “Did you know that Lisa and I met this crazy assassin guy who thinks he’s the descendant of a vampire?”

Riley and Shane chuckled.

“Which one?” Declan asked, his eyes perfectly serious.

He really had gotten weirder and he’d actually developed a sense of humor. “He didn’t say.”

“Probably for the best,” Declan replied. He pushed his chair back and stood up. Wade Rycroft had just walked up, looking good in his tux. But then they were all wearing them since they were Wade’s groomsmen. “Hey, there’s the man of the hour. I see your old friend is here. Not many people get to say Emily Young was their wedding singer.”