“Fisher and that hot doctor came to a concert last week. That’s how proud he is of me.”

Teagan. He took Teagan to see his brother perform. Yet he hadn’t mentioned anything to me about it being his brother’s band.

“Food’s ready,” Pat called.

Arnie stood. “Ladies first.”

I couldn’t hide my smile as he held out his hand to me. So I took it and stood.

“I perform again tomorrow night. You should come. I know the lead singer.” He gave me the most confident grin. “Front row seating.”

“Rory’s not going to be okay with you hitting on her daughter.”

I glanced back, not noticing that Fisher had gotten in the food line behind us.

“Rory loves me. She’ll be thrilled to know that I’m inviting her daughter to one of my concerts. I’ll text her just to make sure.” Arnie pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Put your phone away, dickhead.” Fisher playfully grabbed the back of Arnie’s neck and squeezed it.

Arnie wriggled out of his hold. “You and that doctor should come and bring Reese with you. We can grab food and drinks after. A double date with my big bro.”

“Now that actually sounds like a good idea.” Teena butted in on the conversation while wrangling her toddler on the way up the deck stairs.

I didn’t look at anyone, just my feet because they couldn’t tell how uncomfortable I was caught in the middle.

“Teagan and I aren’t dating anymore.”

“Dude, that was short-lived. She was effin’ amazing. What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did anything?”

“Just a hunch.” Arnie continued to prod Fisher.

“Angie’s in town for the summer. You have to call her, Fisher.” Shayla took a seat with her plate of food as I smiled at Pat when he handed me a plate and nodded to the choices of meat next to a dozen different salads and bags of chips.

“Angie’s here?” Arnie and Laurie said at the same time.

“Fisher, call that woman, right now. You know I’ve imagined you two getting married ever since you were six years old.” Laurie accidentally stomped all over my heart.

“Angie’s in town. It’s a sign, Bro.” Arnie filled his plate behind me. “Bring Angie and Reese tomorrow night. Don’t even try to make up some excuse. It’s Angie. You’re totally in, right Reese?”

Feeling zero hunger by then, I returned a tight smile to Arnie and nodded slowly. What else was I supposed to do?

“It’s official … almost.” Arnie set his plate on the railing and plucked Fisher’s phone from his pocket.

“What the f—” Fisher held his tongue with the kids around. Then, he stomped down the deck stairs after Arnie.