Page 63 of Stay With Me

“You’re in the weddin’, moron. Though I’m not sure why.” Noah groans.

I swear, those two have always fought more than any of us did growing up. Though it’s no secret they’re complete opposites.Noah’s a stickler for schedules and planning while Wilder’s set on causing destruction wherever he goes.

“Because I’m your favorite brother.” Wilder gloats, but the rest of us laugh at his delusional thinking.

“Between you and my ex as part of the groomsmen, I’m already nervous, so don’t make it worse!” She scowls at him.

“Me?” Wilder feigns offense. “Y’all should be worried about Landen. He’s the one who punched Jase in the face. Wouldn’t be surprised if a brawl takes place at the reception.”

“That was over a year ago,” Landen reminds him. “He learned the hard way that I have brass knuckles, and I doubt he’d need a reminder.”

I shake my head at his arrogance. The only reason that fight started in the first place is because he was yelling and pushing Noah. The four of us immediately jumped in to get him to back off.

“We have the best family conversations,” Waylon muses as he continues decorating pages.

“You sure you wanna join this, Fisher?” I tease.

“Well, they always say you don’t just marry your spouse. You’re marryin’ their family, too. So I knew what I was gettin’ into before I proposed.” He smiles at Noah like she’s his whole world.

A week ago, that look would make me roll my eyes.

Now, I can’t wait to scream from the rooftops that Magnolia and I are dating so I can have that same look.

“Aww…you two are gross.” Landen mimics a gagging noise.

“They have the best love story ever!” Mallory chimes in as she fights with a piece of ribbon glued to her fingers. “Just like the Taylor Swift song.”

“That’s right.” Noah grins at her. “Get ready to dance to her music all night long.”

“What?” All four of us brothers shriek in unison.

Noah barks out a laugh as Fisher keeps his expression flat. I have a feeling he didn’t have much say in the music options or hesimply doesn’t care as long as Noah’s happy. But if I know Fisher and have witnessed enough of their relationship over the past year and a half, it’s definitely the latter.

“Please tell me it’s an open bar,” Wilder says, groaning.

“It is for everyoneexceptmy brothers.”

“Liar.” Wilder snorts.

Noah blows out a frustrated breath as she focuses on her book. “Maybe we shoulda eloped,” she tells Fisher.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Mom pats her hand. “Damien and your dad will keep an eye out on your brothers. If they get too rowdy, they’ll be escorted out.”

This is obviously news to us, but Wilder and Landen gawk at the announcement. Damien’s Fisher’s childhood best friend, a scary-looking detective, and has about a hundred pounds of muscle on us.

“I think not,” Wilder demands. “When everyone’s bored from your sad-girl music and sappy love speeches, you’ll be thankin’ me for bringing the party to the dance floor with my moves. Plus, think how good I’m gonna look in a suit, too. All the chicks are gonna want some.”

I snort at how confident he sounds. “And every one of ’em you’ll be related to, dumbass.”

“Swear word!” Mallory shouts, then holds out her palm.

A few months ago, she started making us pay her five bucks anytime she caught us cussing.

I’m at least fifty bucks in the red.

I dig in my back pocket for my wallet and then hand her a twenty. “Here, I’m paid up for three more.”

Dad scowls in my direction, but I ignore it considering the twins are in the hole enough to practically buy her a car.