Hannah no longer wanted to flip the table. She wanted to run to Tom and jump into his lap. She didn’t even need him to turn into Paul Rudd. She imagined Tom whispering in her ear that he still loved her.

The fantasy was cut short by another shriek from the microphone.

“And now the best man,” Bonnie Hunt said, handing the microphone over to the good-looking brother of the groom, Jimmy Fee. Hannah gazed at the stage. Even with Tom’s eyes on her from across the room, she couldn’t stop herself from staring at Jimmy Fee, who was, without exaggeration, one of the most attractive people she’d ever seen in her life, better looking than her actor friends in New York. He was the kind of guy who could pull off a fedora, Hannah thought, which is why Justin Timberlake would be a perfect casting choice. But now, looking at him under the spotlight, on the dance floor, Hannah didn’t think Justin would do him justice. Jimmy had dark hair that seemed to be sticking up without the help of any product. He had a chin dimple and full, almost feminine, lips. In his wedding tux, he looked like a less-motivated James Bond. “Maybe James Franco,” Hannah whispered to herself.

She shifted in her chair and looked over to Vicki, who met her gaze with a knowing smirk. Vicki’s grin made her feel warm all over. Hannah then noticed Joe eyeing them both with some confusion, wanting desperately to be in on the joke. Poor Scott Bakula, Hannah thought.

Jimmy, who held the microphone so low that it was almost at his waist, had already loosened his bowtie and had unbuttoned the top of his tuxedo shirt. He smiled with his eyes closed, swaying enough to suggest mild intoxication. Before he could open his mouth for what would no doubt be a crowd-wooing toast no matter what he planned to say, he was greeted by his fan club, the younger men in the Fee family who were sitting at Vicki and Joe’s table. They whispered in a bass rumble, almost in unison, “The Feeever.” One of the Fees, presumably the drunkest of the bunch, shouted, “Jimmy Fever!”

Hannah watched Vicki and Joe giggle as their tablemates hooted.

The rest of the guests laughed at the response to Jimmy Fee, some more than others. Even Bee’s mother, Donna, appeared to be charmed, despite the rudeness of the interruption.

“Thank you, folks,” Jimmy said, already raising his champagne glass with his left hand and bringing the microphone close to his face with his right. “I’m gonna keep this short and sweet because I don’t think any of you want to hear any more chitchat.”

Dawn, still visible in the distance, scowled at the insult.

“To my baby brother and his wife, the beautiful Bee—may all your ups and downs be between the sheets.”

“Hear! Hear!” barked one of the young men at Vicki’s table. “To Jimmy Feever!”

There was some wild laughter, and Bee began a round of applause. Hannah glanced back at Tom, suddenly remembering that she’d been having a moment with him, but he was no longer looking at her. He was whispering something in Jaime the guidance counselor’s ear. She was laughing. He had his arm around her.