He smirks, as if he knows our secret. I don’t care if he has me and Teagan figured out. Even if everyone involved in this wedding weekend knew the truth, I’d still want to spend it with Teagan. I won’t leave her to fend for herself with this guy.

“Interesting,” he murmurs, studying the pool table before leaning over to line up a shot. “Three ball, corner pocket.” He points to the opposite side of the table then pulls his stick back to take the shot. The cue ball smacks into the red three, sending it spinning into the hole.

I scan the table. I’m decent at pool, though it’s never been my favorite pastime. But Rich? He’s running the table and threatening to sink the eight ball before I have a chance to make my move. Normally, I wouldn’t care. I can be competitive, but I’m also completely comfortable with turning off that instinct in situations where it doesn’t matter. But this guy? With his swagger and a BOSS tattoo on his bicep? I can’t help but want to crush him at everything.

“You two need to get your story straight.” He lines up his next shot. “When I was here last year, you said you’d been together two months. Funny to hear you say the same thing now, a year later.”

“Can’t both be true?” Liam asks. He hands me a beer.

“Thanks,” I say, taking the bottle. I like Liam. Mostly because he seems like a genuine guy who’s truly in love with his bride, but in my short time in here with them, his disdain for Rich has become apparent. If I’m honest, that makes me like him even more.

Rich shrugs. “I wonder how happy you can really be together if you keep breaking up.” He hits his next shot, and the yellow solid rolls into the side pocket. “Maybe it’s a sign.”

Liam and I exchange a glance. Rich is trying so hard to bait me, but I’m not biting.

“Quit making trouble, Rich,” Liam says. “They’re obviously happy, and Teagan doesn’t need you playing guard dog.” Rich scowls at him, but Liam only laughs. “Dude, let it go. Sometimes your obsession with her is creepy as hell.”

At least someone else sees it. Hell, I was starting to think everyone connected to Teagan’s life back home was blind.

“Fuck you. I’m not obsessed. I’m concerned. I watched her grieve for my best fucking friend, okay?”

Liam ducks his head at that, shamed. “I’m sorry about that. But this isn’t the same.”

Rich hands his stick to Travis. “I’m tired of this game. I’m heading out.”

Liam watches him go without a word and only turns to me when the game room doors swing closed behind Rich. “I’m sorry about him.” He shakes his head. “I don’t like him, but he’s done a lot for Saanvi’s parents. They think of him as family. He means a lot to them, but if it had been up to me, he’d never have gotten an invitation.”