I laugh and wrap an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her. As crappy as I feel about what happened with Myla, I’m glad I got a chance to talk to Jake and Shay tonight. I needed that.

We all head in together through the back door. Shay and I cut through the kitchen and leave Jake to deal with the latest food order while we make our way out to the bar.

“I have to return to the bachelor party,” I tell my sister.

“Godspeed,” she says, winking.

“Everything okay?” Liam asks when I return to the group.

“Yeah. I think it’s all worked out.”

“Was she an ex, or . . .?” He looks concerned, and I can’t blame him. If a woman had acted that way with him, I’d feel like I had to get that information to Saanvi somehow.

“You don’t have to look so tormented. Teagan knows Myla, and I’ll tell her about what happened.”

“I think Rich might beat you to it.”

I follow Liam’s gaze to the front of the bar, where Rich is pushing through the doors. When he hits the sidewalk, he turns right, not getting a cab but heading down the street—toward the dance club where the girls are supposed to be spending their night. He’ll be able to tell Teagan whatever he wants while I’m stuck here. Fucking fantastic.

But maybe it doesn’t matter if Rich is going to the girls’ party.

I turn to Liam. “You know what I want to do?”

“What?”

“I want to find our women and spend the rest of the night with them.” I arch a brow. “Can you honestly tell me you want to sit here and play cards when your fiancée is dancing at a club only two blocks away?”

“A man after my own heart.” He smacks me between the shoulder blades. “I’ll tell the others.”

Teagan

My sister is a happy drunk. Not that she’s unhappy sober, because frankly, the girl never stops smiling, but alcohol somehow magnifies that happiness. She lets her guard down after a few drinks, like most of us do, but instead of being sloppy and obnoxious, she exudes joy I want to soak up.

Tonight has been all dancing and booze and laughter. In truth, I wasn’t looking forward to the bachelorette party. The only bridesmaid I really know is my cousin Sabrina, and she and I don’t exactly have a great relationship. Maybe it’s a good thing she’s not arriving until tomorrow morning. I can give my attention to Saanvi and enjoy myself without feeling judged by Sabrina.

Saanvi comes up to me on the dance floor and swings one arm around my shoulders. “This is the best weekend ever.” She means it, and I couldn’t be happier about that. “Do you know why it’s the best ever?” she asks, swaying.

I grin. “I don’t know. Maybe because you’re marrying the love of your life?”