Page 34 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

“Come on, Juno. Calista wants to dance with you once the song comes on.” Colton escorts a very pissed off Juno away. Thank goodness, because I wasn’t going to be the peacemaker of an argument between her and Rome.

“Liam? As in Liam Kelly? I need to mic you.” The deejay reaches under the table and pulls out some portable mics, setting them on the table.

I lean in closer. “Listen.”

“Just take my money.” Rome sways in an attempt to soothe Dion.

The baby may not be happy, but he looks super cute with his pudgy cheeks and the noise-canceling headphones over his ears to protect him from the loud speakers.

“You’re going to play ‘Baby Shark,’ and while that’s playing, you can mic us. After ‘Baby Shark,’ we’ll do all the speeches. Got it?” My hands rest on my hips now. I’ve had enough of this guy.

The kid looks at Liam for confirmation, so I step in front of him. But now his chest is to my back and my entire body ignites in flames so hot, I fear I’ll melt to the floor.

“Don’t look at him. I’m the one in charge here.”

Because Liam is taller than me, the deejay continues to stare at Liam over my head as though he’s the one to make the final call.

“He’s not even a Bailey!”

Everyone in the tent goes quiet. There’s no more conversation, no silverware or glasses clinking.

Lowering my voice, I lean super close. “Play the damn song for my niece.”

The deejay frantically scours his phone and plugs one thing into the other until doodoodoo is amplified throughout the tent.

“See, that wasn’t that hard.” I grab the mic. “Now let’s put these on.” I push one into Liam’s chest and storm off to the side.

“Thanks, Sav. Look how happy you made your niece.” Rome dances over to his daughter.

I watch the two interact while Juno’s trying some move that looks like she’s conducting a rain dance. At least they’re all smiling and happy.

“Always putting out fires,” Liam says, standing with me to the side of the deejay table.

“I hope your speech is good.”

Liam’s hands are tucked into his suit pants and he rocks back on his heels. “Wanna make a wager that mine is better?”

“No.”

“Scared?”

“Do you always have to be so childish?”

The deejay clips a mic to me and tries to find a spot to attach the battery pack.

“Can’t I just use a regular microphone?” I ask.

“These are new. And the other deejay has all the old mics at some other event.”

Liam huffs. “Don’t mind her, she’s a control freak.”

“This is my first solo deejay job,” he admits with shaking hands as he tries to attach the battery pack to the back of my dress.

Well, don’t I feel like slime under a shoe now. “I apologize.”

“Well, the little girl looks happy and that’s the reason I went into deejaying. I wanted to make people happy. Being a dictator wasn’t a goal, but I saw my boss get his ass reamed by a bride once. They can be scary.”

I laugh and so does Liam. Our eyes catch for a moment.

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