“No argument from me there.” They’re sliding into the same side of the booth now, but they’re all over each other. I drag a hand through my hair and blow out a breath. “Listen, you mind if we jet? I suddenly lost my appetite.”

“Sure. I understand.” Maven pulls a twenty from his wallet and throws it on the table to cover our coffees.

I stand and head toward the door, but after three steps, I turn around and go to George’s table.

He’s so absorbed with his company that he doesn’t even notice me scowling down at him. I clear my throat. “What do you—” He blinks at me. “Easton.”

“Let me guess,” I say. “This is Buttercup?”

The blonde frowns. “What are you talking about?” She looks to George. “Who is this?”

George shakes his head. “Someone I know from work.”

“Who’s Buttercup?”

I grunt. Jesus, how many women is he stringing along?

“Did you need something, Easton?”

I think through my options. I’m just a hair too civilized to punch him, though he definitely deserves it. “Nah. I’m good. Just wanted to let you know I’m here.” I pause a beat. “And I’m paying attention.”

His date arches a brow. “Who do you think you are to interrupt our meal like this?”

George smiles at me, unfazed when he should be horrified. “He thinks he’s a big shot just because he’s an athlete.”

Oh, fuck that. He realizes I’m going to tell Shay, right? “Shay deserves better than you,” I say.

Maven grabs my arm and tugs me toward the exit. “Come on, East. Let’s get out of here.”

Shay

Molly is the last person I expected to insist on a small wedding. I knew Brayden would be on board for anything she wanted, and I expected something elaborate.

Molly runs the new Jackson Brews Banquet Center and specializes in over-the-top, beautiful weddings. She’s so good at them, in fact, that I always assumed she’d have one of her own. But when Brayden proposed last fall and they started talking wedding plans, Molly made one thing very clear: she didn’t want all the fuss. All that mattered to her was having her mom and all of the Jacksons there. She wanted Noah to walk her down the aisle and my siblings standing beside them as they said their vows.

Upon hearing this, my mom burst into tears. It’s a good thing we aren’t a competitive bunch, because in that moment, Molly may have become Mom’s favorite.