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Jace is having none of it. “I don’t think a double wedding’s the way to go for us. Maybe we’ll just elope.”

“You’ll be at our wedding though?” Ty glances at Jace.

He nods. “Of course, dude. I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Why would you elope? We hated missing Connor’s wedding.” I continue to interrogate him. He attempts to ignore me, which is a mistake. I wave my hand in front of his face. “Uh, Jace? You there?”

He bats my hand away. “It’s just an idea. Let me work out the details with Poppy and you guys will be first to know. How’s the restaurant coming? Is Fiona close to opening?”

“Fuck, no.” I hate to share Fee’s business woes, but I’m annoyed. “Between contractors bailing on us and failed inspections, it’s been a nightmare. Neither of us has any experience with construction. Luckily, Connor’s brother is on the job now. We should have brought McLoughlin Construction in from the beginning.”

Ty sets down the crab. “Here you go.”

“Fuuuuck. Ty. Be warned, Fiona’s threatening to recruit you. She’s having a hell of a time staffing up.“ I’m half-serious. “These are orgasmic.”

Jace waggles his eyebrows. “You could just wear a wig. No one will recognize you. We all have some time on our hands now.”

God, this feels so killer. Just shooting the shit with my band. I hope they have missed this as much as me. I decide not to worry. We’re getting back together. Between babies and new restaurants and weddings, we do have so much shit going on.

Nothing’s ever going to break up LTZ.

Why was I ever worried about something so stupid?

Chapter eleven

FIONA

A Couple of Weeks Later

CillianMcLoughlinisafeisty motherfucker.

Connor’s brother pulls no punches with my former contractor who showed up to get paid this afternoon. I’m glad he stepped in to kick the bastard out. I’m crazy busy. Petra, Justice, and I are in the middle of preparing dinner for the entire band and their significant others. It’s Ty and Zoey’s joint bachelor/bachelorette party.

When Zane was stumped at what to do for his BFF, who decided to provide all of us with only three weeks’ notice of the wedding, I volunteered. I love my husband, so…

I’ll say it again.I Vol. Un. Teered.

Here. At Gus.

We are so far from being ready, it’s laughable.

I’m such a fucking idiot.

Meanwhile, as Cillian rips the dude a new asshole, his crew is finishing the bathrooms, painting the office, installing the exit signs and ensuring all the final touches are complete. I mean, all of this needed to get done. I just didn’t expect to feel so rushed.

I brought it on myself. Eleven courses.

Jesus.

”I’ve got most of the prep done, Fee.” Justice is wiping down his station when I enter the kitchen. “Petra is butchering the lamb and deboning the fish.”

“Great. I’ll jump back in. I just want to write the menu down.” I grab a Sharpie and a blank piece of paper. List each course. Each component. The accompanying wine. Shit. Wine. My heart stops. How could I have forgotten? My head snaps up to look around the kitchen frantically.

And there’s Justice holding up a rare French burgundy. “I’m on top of it, chef.”

There’s no way I could have picked a better dream team. Justice, Petra, and I are in perfect sync. We work together so well it’s scary. I’m so glad I didn’t have to choose between them. Emilie helped me crunch some numbers. I discussed it with Zane. We had the answer.

Hiring both was the smart move. Together, we could get Gus on its feet faster. Selfishly? It frees me up. I want Mia and I to tour with Zane. He won’t miss out on time with Mia and I won’t be an absentee parent.

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