Page 33 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

I stop and look at her. Maybe more than five glasses, since she’s already ornery. Juno can’t handle too much alcohol. “I said later.”

I arrive at the deejay’s table and realize he’s practically a baby. The kid’s face is flushed, and his forehead is sweaty while he fumbles with the contents of his table for something.

“Hi. I’m Savannah Bailey.”

“Sav?” Juno whines next to me. I put my finger in the air.

“Oh, I need something from you.” His eyes light up and he snaps his fingers, then pushes his hand through his large mane of red, unruly hair. “Mic.”

“Okay but first—”

“Do either of you know a Liam Kelly? He has to be mic’d too.” His finger is running down a sheet of paper while he reads it. “And Dori Bailey?”

“She’s doing a speech?” I ask.

“That’d be why I have to mic her.” He might as well have said duh.

“Whoa.” Juno rears her head back and bites her lip as though she can’t wait to see what unfolds from his snarky attitude.

I inhale a deep breath. I will not make a scene and ruin my sister’s reception. “My niece wants ‘Baby Shark’ played.”

He’s already shaking his head before I finish speaking. “No can do.”

“Excuse me?” My forehead wrinkles in confusion.

“I hope you have ‘Baby Shark.’ Today is not the day to mess with her,” Juno pipes in, but I cut her a look. She holds her hands in the air with a whatever attitude, grabbing another glass of champagne from a passing server and setting her empty one on the tray.

“The bride gave an approved list of songs. That’s what we’re playing,” the kid says.

“And you didn’t bring anything else?” I ask.

“Listen, guy,” Rome interjects, coming up to join us. “I’ll pay you fifty dollars to play ‘Baby Shark.’” He’s already digging out his wallet as baby Dion whines from where he’s strapped to Rome’s chest in one of those fabric wrap things.

“Oh, give me the baby.” Juno puts her champagne glass on the deejay’s table and holds out her hands.

Rome shifts his gaze to her. “Sorry, lush, maybe tomorrow.”

“What? I’m not a lush.” Her words slur a bit, proving that Rome is making the right decision.

“Yeah, okay. Why don’t you go find Colton? You can tell him how you really feel.”

Juno puts her hands on her hips. “Rome Joseph Bailey!” Her voice rises and the song stops at the exact same time.

I glance behind us to see a bunch of the guests staring at us. Colton’s making his way over from across the tent.

“‘BABY SHARK’!” Calista screams, running over and wrapping herself around her daddy’s leg.

Rome hangs his head, waving the fifty-dollar bill in his hand.

I put my hand over Rome’s as I say to the deejay, “We’re not going to pay you to play a song. You’re already being paid for this gig. If you need the song, one of us has it on our phones.”

“But the bride…”

The deejay’s words trail off when Liam comes up to my side. The kid takes in his broad shoulders and bulging biceps. If I was a scrawny kid, I’d be scared of Liam too.

“I’ve got this handled.” I put my hand in front of his face.

He lowers my hand from in front of him. “Then why is ‘Baby Shark’ not playing?”

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