When I get to the clearing where they’re standing, his hands are on her arms and she’s clutching his shirt. My heart is pounding as I stare at my best friend, staring at my sister as though he’s broken. “God, Stella, we can’t.” Then, before I can say anything, he crushes his lips to hers.

Jessica is trying to pull me back, but I see red. How the hell could he do this? He said it over and over again that he didn’t like her. I never imagined the her would be Stella.

He doesn’t like her? Then allow me to remind him.

“Get your fucking hands off my sister,” I say, my voice sounding foreign to me.

They break apart, but Stella is the first to react and take a step toward me. “Grayson—”

“How could you?” I ask Jack.

“It’s not what you think,” Stella tries to step in.

I know if I open my mouth again, I’ll lose it. Instead of making a scene on what is one of the best days of my life, I shake my head, glaring at Jack the whole time.

He steps forward. “I know you’re pissed, and I get it, but you have to know—”

I raise my hand to silence him. Jessica gives me a sad smile and says, “Come on, love, let’s dance and let them talk.”

“Talk? Did you see that? It didn’t look like talking when he was kissing her.”

Jessica tilts her head to the side, staring at me. “Yes, and it’s not our business. Your sister can handle it.”

The anger I thought I felt before doubles. My best friend and my baby sister. It’s an image I sure as hell won’t get out of my head anytime soon. They’ve been fucking lying, and I can’t even bring myself to think about all the shit he was drunk rambling about. Well, if he doesn’t like her, then he better never touch her again.

Stella steps forward. “Go with your wife, Gray. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I give one last hateful glance at my worst man and allow Jessica to pull me away. I can’t believe this.

Jess doesn’t say anything, she just walks carefully and I keep my arm around her so she doesn’t stumble and hurt herself.

My wife, knowing me better than I know myself, leads me to the dance floor where she wraps her arms around me so I can’t gather my other brothers to deal with Jack.

“Well, that was interesting,” she says after a few seconds.

I raise one brow. “That isn’t happening.”

She laughs as though I said something comical. “Oh, Grayson, you silly, sweet man who thinks he can control any of this, haven’t you learned anything? Life is unpredictable, but what’s meant to be will be.”

“Like us?”