Page 174 of The Fake Out Flex

The crowd—oh, that's right, we're standing on a stage in front of a ballroom filled with people, I'd completely forgotten—erupts in cheers and applause.

Fraser gets to his feet and kisses me. "I love you, Evie," he mumbles into my lips.

"I love you, too, Fraser," I mumble back into his.

We step off the stage and stand hand in hand as people come over to congratulate us.

Starting with…

"Uncle Fraser!"

Fraser lets go of my hand to scoop up Oakey in his arms. Dawn and Tim follow close behind.

"Congratulations, you guys!"

"Thank you," I say as Dawn grabs my hand and inspects the ring.

"Good choice, Fraser," she says, and there's a sparkle in her eyes that makes me think he might have consulted her about it.

Dad and Wilma—sorry, Mom—are next, both of them a little misty-eyed.

"Now, as happy as we are for you both, unfortunately we can't stay," Mom informs us.

"Why not?" I ask with a grin, knowing full well Mom will be wanting to escape from here as soon as it's socially acceptable to do so. Literally everyone is staring at her outfit.

"You're not as funny as you think you are, Evelyn."

Fraser's parents are up next. "You're going to have gorgeous babies. I'm friends with a fabulous photographer. He doesn't normally do baby photo shoots?—"

"Mom," Fraser interrupts his mother. "First, we're not even married yet. And second, no baby photo shoots."

"Oh, sweetie. I'm not saying it'll happen now. Pedro is booked out years in advance."

Fraser lets out an exasperated sigh.

I thread our fingers together, and once his parents have left, I whisper, "I love that your family is just as crazy as mine."

His brothers are next. "Congratulations, little bro," Trace says, and boy, he's looking and even sounding more like their father every time I see him.

Clayton greets me with a hearty hug, lifting me off my feet. "I'm so freakin' happy. Thank you, Evie, for taking this lug off our hands."

All three Rademacher brothers are ridiculously tall and handsome men, but I definitely lucked out and scored the handsomest.

Still, that doesn't mean I've completely forgotten about my sister.

"Have you guys seen Harper, by any chance?" I ask, directing the question more toward Clayton.

"Can't say that I have," he replies.

"He's been too busy taking selfies with fans," Trace supplies.

Clayton shrugs and flashes a bright smile. "Gotta give the fans what they want."

It's so wild to me how different Fraser and his brothers are.

Trace is super serious, business-focused, and travels all over the world. Clayton has a seemingly boundless supply of energy and adores living his life in the public eye and playing into his bad-boy persona.

While Fraser values his privacy and wants the same thing I do—a simple small town life filled with hockey, love, friends, family…and malasadas.

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