Page 2 of Nothing to the Wedding

“You can’t leave New York anyway because you have your legacy board to corral.”

“It’s not my legacy board; we don’t own Gramercy.”Yep, she was aware.“Reid and Kintyre bought Kinloch out.I’m surplus to requirements.”

And if that were true, he wouldn’t be so caught up in it all.“You are not.Kintyre’s wife just birthed a tiny human.You’ve met him, the squishy little wriggly thing people keep putting in your arms, remember?He’s named after you.”

“Oh, right, the baby!I forgot, that’s why I’m here.”

Talk about exploitation, that sarcasm was ripe for the picking… Resist.Resist.Should be points for staying schtoom.

“Kintyre’s priorities are elsewhere.”As they should be.“It’s sexy when you fight for your friends.Do a good job, might get you laid.”

“Reid’s got this.If need be, he can call Gauge.This is the kind of shit Gauge does in his sleep.”

“And we all know what you do in your sleep,” she teased.

“You.”

However that worked.

“He’s looking good, by the way, Gauge, Rainie’s good for him.”Leaning back against the mirror, she tucked her feet up on the marble edge beneath her.“I love seeing my girls tame your guys.And he gets jealous too.Gauge needs to spend more time with Tripp, Original Junior isn’t a threat to any relationship.You ever heard of him poaching another man’s girl?”

With Tripp’s revolving door of women, they often referred to him as Junior, to Zairn’s senior.Problem was, now they did have a little Zairn Junior in the family.Zay-Jay—as he’d come to be called colloquially—may only be two weeks old, but he was already a priority in so many lives.

“Trouble is, Lo, when a guy poaches, they’re often expected to stick with the girl.”

And Tripp was definitely a Teflon kind of guy.

She exhaled.“If only he’d get over himself.”

“Tripp?”

“Yes, Tripp.He’d be good at sticking if he just got out his own way.Why won’t he stick?”

“No idea, Lo.He’s a mystery.”

No, he wasn’t.Frustration fueled the question, it was supposed to be rhetorical.“You don’t…?”She frowned.“You know why Tripp is like he is, right?”

“Because variety is the spice of life?”

On a tsk, she shook her head.“Men!How do you miss the glaringly obvious?It’s a useless skill, yet you’re all experts.”

“Tell me.”

“No,” she said, folding her arm between her legs and body.“I won’t do your homework for you.Try studying instead of staring down my dress every chance you get, jock.”

“Can’t resist my Lola Bunny.”

One of his best qualities.

“Tripp will get there,” she said.“In his own time.”

“Happens to the best of us.”

“Don’t you think it’s funny when men react to Tripp like he’s a threat?Says more about them than it does about him.Says more about their relationships too.”

Being the guy typically making other men jealous with his presence, it probably wasn’t so funny to Zairn.In fairness, her Casanova could be a threat to others’ relationships if he wanted to be.Except with her, and their wedding, in his life his motivation on that score was lackluster to say the least.

“Want me to react to him spending Valentine’s with my girl?”