“Friend of yours?” Greg asked.

“What? Oh. Sort of. I just know him from these happy hours. So, you’re a sub?”

Via felt a buzz in the pocket of her trousers. And she knew, she just knew, that it wasn’t from Fin. There were a few other people who texted her on a regular basis. But some sexy, haughty, spine-dancing sixth sense told her exactly who’d just texted her. And she could feel his eyes on the side of her face as she made small talk with Greg.

She kept her eyes on Greg’s face while he answered her question, but she couldn’t for the life of her have repeated a single thing he’d said. In fact, it was as if Greg had started speaking French. She waited a few more seconds, nodding politely before she pulled the phone out of her pocket, taking a sip of her beer at the same time. She kept her face completely neutral as she opened the text from Seb. Not only did she not want him to see her giggling like a schoolgirl at any text he sent her way, the rest of these ladies at the table had such a nose for gossip, they’d be on her in a second about what cute guy she was texting with.

Got yourself quite the fan club, Miss DeRosa.

She looked up at Seb, who was grinning at her across the table. Could say the same for you, she texted back, noticing that if Rachel leaned any closer to Seb, her breasts would actually be resting on his arm.

“Hey, Sade, how’s the wedding planning going?” Via asked, leaning back so as not to cut Greg out of the conversation completely.

“Oh, a whirlwind. Romantic. Stressful. The whole nine.”

“Did you invite everyone from school?” Cat asked Sadie.

“Sure did.”

“Jesus. That’s a lot of people.”

“Well, certain family excluded, we wanted a big, honking celebration. The gaudier the better.” Sadie shrugged. “Wasn’t that long ago it wasn’t even legal. We’re ready to sing it from the mountaintops.”

“I love it,” Via said, grinning at Sadie. “Is it gonna be traditional? Wacky? Whimsical? Hippy dippy?”

“Yes,” Sadie answered, making Via tip her head back and laugh. Her phone had buzzed a few seconds ago, but she could show a little restraint, couldn’t she?

She let the conversation flow on around her, like she was a rock and it was a stream. She finally looked down at her phone. And then she laughed out loud.

You mean Grace and Shelly?

She rolled her eyes again, before her gaze fell on a very interesting sight. Geeky Greg was leaning back in his chair, talking to Rachel. And she was talking back. She was still sitting way too close to Seb, in Via’s humble opinion. But she was tilted away from him.

I think I spoke too soon. Greg just stole your girl.

She caught his eye and looked pointedly at the two people sitting between them, Rachel and Greg.