Jack laughs. “It’s really funny that pretty much everyone attending your wedding is actually in the wedding.”

He’s not wrong. Our bridal party is four groomsmen and four bridesmaids, which is more than half of the invited guests.

“We wanted it intimate.”

He nods. “Can I ask you something, Gray?”

I turn, finding the normally carefree air around him is different. “What’s up?”

“How did you . . . well, how did you guys decide to move forward?”

Okay, now that’s a surprise. “You mean try again?”

He nods.

“I don’t know, I guess it was just always meant to be. It wasn’t easy, but I don’t think it’s meant to be.”

“Right.”

“Is this about a few weeks ago?” I ask, remembering the night he showed up completely blitzed.

“No. That was just me being drunk,” he says a little too quickly.

“Who was the girl?”

Jack shrugs, looking away. “No girl.”

“Jack, you were going on and on about some girl.”

“She’s no one. I honestly don’t remember half the night, and I . . . it’s nothing.”

“She doesn’t sound like it.”

Jack’s entire demeanor shifts, and he smiles widely. “We’re not talking about drunk hookups today, brother. It’s your wedding, and it’s about damn time we get out there. I see the Jeep coming down with your bride now.”

I want to push him, but this is Jack, and I know him well enough to know that it’s pointless to keep at it. Whoever this girl is, she clearly has him torn up, and until he’s ready to deal with it, he’ll just deny it.

Josh, Alex, and Oliver walk over in their sapphire-blue suits that match mine and Jack’s. The only difference between our outfits is that they have gold ties and mine is white.

We didn’t go all out with the wedding, but we wanted some of the traditional things to still happen.

I see Stella get out of the car, and she waves.

“It’s amazing that none of the guys we’ve chased away from her have pressed charges,” Josh notes.

Jack huffs. “Yeah, no guy wants to be in between you idiots.”

Damn right. We know Stella is beautiful and too good for any man.

“Which is why we left Gray here to make sure the wolves didn’t descend.”

I roll my eyes. “Please, I think Stella is the wolf.”

Oliver shakes his head. “He’s not lying. She’s scarier than the four of us.”

“Well, five if you count Jack, he’s like a brother.”

Jack laughs and nods. “You could say that.”

Next is Delia, and I look at Jack, who is staring at the girls. He hasn’t taken his eyes off them. I’m starting to think Jess was right when she said that he has a thing for Delia.