Chapter 21

• And here I was daydreaming about bending his mother over this quartz bathroom counter. That deflated my dick faster than anything had in the last month or so of planning this wedding with Darcy. I zipped up my shorts, washed my hands, and opened the door to the bedroom. “You’re worried about her, aren’t you?” I asked.
• “Yeah, kinda,” he said without looking me in the eyes. “She just hasn’t been herself, you know? If I knew that letting Dylan be the ring bearer at
• my wedding was going to cause this much drama, I wouldn’t have included him. But he’s my little brother. It’s not our fault we had such a shitty dad.”