Page 115 of Somehow You Knew

He kisses me before taking a step toward the bar. “I’ll be right back.”

I watch him go, placing my hand over my chest trying to calm the emotions swirling inside me. Every time I’m around him, something shifts—something falls into place while something else unravels.

He’s the man I’m supposed to be with.

I’m still staring at my husband when Willow and Astrid reappear. “God, you two look good together.”

I tilt my head, admiring how hot my husband is. Clearly, Diane knew her nephew was totally my type. “We do, don’t we?”

Astrid laughs. “The boys sure do seem to like him.”

I turn to her. “You think?”

“Penn has had nothing but great things to say, which you know says a lot coming from him.”

When I turn my attention back to Gage, I see Dallas has now joined him at the bar. And even from here I can tell Gage’s back just stiffened.

Willow hums, drawing my attention to her. “Dallas has some concerns though, even though I probably shouldn’t be telling you this.”

I turn to look at the two men talking again, intensity written on Dallas’s face, making me grow worried. “Yeah, well, I think it wouldn’t matter who I was with, he wouldn’t approve.”

“I don’t think it’s that.” Willow lowers her voice. “Dallas feels like Gage is hiding something.”

My pulse spikes. “He does?”

Astrid chimes in. “Like what?”

I don’t want to add to their curiosity, but I feel like he’s hiding something too.

Dallas steps in closer to Gage, practically in his face, and then both of their voices start to rise.

Willow grabs my arm. “What the hell is going on?”

The last thing I want is for Dallas to cause a scene at Parker’s wedding, so I head in that direction.

But before I can reach them, Dallas shoves Gage’s chest, making him stumble backward.

My breath catches, waiting for him to steady himself, to push back, to retaliate.

But that’s not what happens.

Because Gage never finds his footing.

No.

His face drains of color. His body sways. And he collapses.

That’s when I know something is wrong—terribly, terribly wrong.

***

“Gage?” I shake him again, hovering over him while a crowd of wedding guests gather around us. “Gage? Wake up!” My hands are trembling, my voice is wobbly, and I feel like I’m living in a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

But this is as real as it gets.

“What the fuck happened?” Penn asks from behind me.

But I don’t look back at my brothers, especially the one that was in a heated argument with Gage before he went down. My eyes are fixed on my husband lying unconscious on the ground, wondering if there is something else I should be doing.