Page 6 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

Three

Savannah

“You’re cranky today.” Juno sits across from me at Lucky’s Tavern, sipping her new favorite drink—Malibu and Coke.

She drinks something different every time I’m here with her. My only saving grace is that Colton hasn’t joined us yet. And by yet, I mean I anticipate him walking through the door at any moment.

“I’m not cranky.” I sip my wine. Damn Holly. The girl only supplies us with white wine, so now I know all the different kinds. I’m currently torn between Riesling and Moscato as my favorite.

“You are cranky, and I think it has something to do with the guy over at the pool table.”

I don’t bother to look. “Well, our brother pisses me off on the regular.”

“Denver especially,” she agrees without pushing me to look at who he’s with. I see Liam enough. I saw him this morning, this evening before I came here, and I’ll see him before I go to bed. That’s enough for me. “Maybe it’s not the guy but the girl at the pool table with him that’s making you cranky?” She taps her finger against her lips as if it’s something she has to contemplate.

“I don’t really care. As long as I don’t have to hear her moaning my brother’s name at night.”

“I don’t think it’s going to be Denver’s name you hear.” She puts her red lips around the straw of her drink, sucking the coconut-flavored liquid into her mouth while her eyes zero in on what’s happening behind me.

I glance over my shoulder. Liam’s attention is on a girl in a short skirt, sitting at the bar table next to the pool table. Denver’s playing wingman with her friend. I want to roll my eyes but school my features at the last second.

“So I was thinking… let me set you up,” Juno says. “I’m between clients right now and I want a tough project.”

I purse my lips. “I’m a tough project?”

“You aren’t exactly Mary Poppins.”

I tilt my head. “Was Mary Poppins really that nice? She was strict.”

“It’s a phrase, Sav.”

I place my wine down and crack my neck when the girl by the pool tables laughs so loudly, my eardrums hurt. I think they might be bleeding as a result of her cackle. “I have no time to date. I have to plan Brooklyn’s reception. When are they coming home again?” I twist the stem of my wine glass with my fingers.

“She said they’re home tomorrow, since it was spur of the moment. I’m not surprised she eloped after he-who-shall-not-be-named stood her up the first time around. And you know I can help with the reception too.”

I nod. “Wyatt’s parents are flying in and we’re doing it in two weeks.”

Only Brooklyn would think that’s feasible. She better mean small when she says it. Not like Austin and Holly’s “small” wedding. They would’ve been better to invite the entire town of Lake Starlight.

“At least you’ll be able to check it off your to-do list quickly.”

I roll my eyes.

“Come on. You need some fun in the meantime. I know I can find you a good guy. It’s what I do.”

I glance over my shoulder again. The girl’s tits are practically pressed against Liam’s chest. His legs are widened with a pool stick in one hand and his beer in the other. Liam is obviously moving on from last weekend, as I knew he would.

I sigh. Truth is, I could probably use a distraction while I’m forced to watch Liam showboat around town—at least until I can move out of his place. “If you think you can find someone I’d like, go for it. But the man has to be able to handle the fact that I’m a business owner. I work a lot of hours, and I won’t be made to feel guilty over it. I have family obligations.”

I stop stating my wants when she laughs, her Malibu dripping down her lips. I swear to God, if she sprays me with that drink because she can’t hold in her laughter…

“Got it, sis. So pretty much you want a guy who understands that you’re a workaholic and accepts that dates will be canceled due to your hectic schedule?”

“Exactly.” I bring my wine glass to my lips.

“And you don’t think you’re a tough case,” she deadpans.

“Where do you find people who want to use a matchmaker anyway?” I ask.

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