“Sounds incompetent,” Evan scoffs.

“Oh, he is,” Jeremy quickly replies.

I look at Jeremy. Putting my hand on his forearm, I say, “If it hadn’t happened, we wouldn’t be here.”

His gaze holds mine as he speaks. “I would have bumped into you at the office.”

“There’s no guarantee we would’ve had time to chat,” I add.

“Hmm maybe,” Jeremy murmurs.

“Well, I’m glad it happened. Let's raise our glasses and cheer for them.” Eliza holds up her glass.

“Mom, we’ve already eaten,” Harvey says.

“Just do what your mother says.” Sebastian urges.

Everyone holds out their drink including me. My eyes drift to the man next to me. A wide smile settles on my face as I say cheers. I watch him over my glass as I take a sip. He copies me and when we lower our glass, he leans in and kisses me.

“Gross,” Harvey teases.

Our lips part, and I giggle. My gaze moves to Oliver.

“You’re just jealous,” Jeremy taunts.

“Of having to put work aside for a woman. No thanks. I’ll pass,” Harvey argues.

“I thought that once,” Jeremy insists.

His work remains a priority, but his drive is one of the aspects that attracted me to him in the first place. However, at times, I wish his phone would remain silent, or he didn’t have to be distracted by emails, emergencies, phone calls, or meetings.

“No one is changing my mind.” Harvey snorts.

“I agree,” Evan says, and I almost fall off my chair. His quiet brother finally gave me a piece of information. At least I know he’s single, so touching Chelsea is not a big deal. Even though she’s in a relationship. Unhealthy or not, she can’t be with another guy until she ends things with Bobby.

“Do you wanna bet?” Jeremy challenges. This is exactly what I thought having a sibling would be like. Healthy rivalry. I can't help but love watching it all unfold.

“Jeremy is right. You guys just haven't found the right woman. And to make your Grams happy you all need to settle down, get married, and give me grandbabies.”

The table groans at Eliza’s statement.

“No,” Evan replies.

“Never,” Harvey adds.

“Grams please,” Oliver pleads.

I continue eating, watching these grown men softly argue with the queen of the family.

“I’m right. One day you will find a woman and I’ll let you eat your words,” Jeremy says.

His words leave me momentarily stunned.

“Don’t settle,” I add, thinking about Chelsea. My eyes shift to Evan; he must sense it, because he looks up, but I can't get a read on him. He just looks down at his food and continues eating.

I’d love to know what he and Chelsea spoke about.

I’m full and the table has finished eating. The staff clears our plates as dessert arrives. Cake, ice-cream, tiramisu.