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All the girls laugh.

I grip the sandwich bag in my hand. He must have picked up the items when he went to get cigars. Even with the silence between us, he was still thinking of me.

How could I have missed all of this?

What else have I missed between us?

Brent

It’s been hours since I’ve seen Zoey.

Waking up this morning with her in my arms, asleep but with a satisfied smile on her face from last night has me looking forward to seeing where this might go after we leave San Diego.

We were too busy last night making up for lost time to discuss what would happen after the wedding.

Do we go home together and keep this going?

I can’t accept the idea that we follow through with this being temporary and that my first taste of Zoey is my last.

I thought we’d get a minute to talk before the events for today started, but she woke in a panic that she had slept in. She grabbed the few things she had to have for the day, scurried out of our suite, and headed for the bridal suite for hair and makeup.

A kiss goodbye and a giggle when I squeezed her ass was all I got, but for a man who’s been waiting for her for fourteen years, I’ll take the kiss and be happy about it. After the ceremony and reception, she’ll be mine again, and I can ask everything I need to.

I take a quick shower and hang around the room, watching the sports channel for a bit before heading down to the room where the guys are all getting ready.

“Hey man, what’s the score?” David asks of the football game that's on today.

Ben and Liam are already here, starting to pull on their dress shirts and tuxedo pants.

“It was tied when I left,” I tell him, looking around to find there isn’t a TV in this suite.

“Where the hell is the—” I start.

“They don’t put TVs in the groom's suite,” David says, almost sagging his shoulders.

“What? They’re afraid you’re going to miss your own wedding?” I ask with a chuckle.

Ben snickers to himself as he buttons up his shirt. Liam stays dead silent as he continues to dress himself, acting as if I’m not even in the room.

“I guess it’s happened enough times that they yanked the TV years ago,” David says.

Surprising? No… but it’s a shame since we still have time before the ceremony.

Good thing I have a cell phone and good service.

I whip out my phone and livestream the game. I perch it up on the faux fireplace mantel so we can at least listen while we get ready.

After a half hour of bullshitting, again with Liam ignoring my existence, the wedding coordinator knocks on the door.

“You gentlemen ready?” she asks on the other side.

“Yep, let’s do this,” David yells back, with a huge smile across his face.

I’m glad to see my buddy happy.

David heads for the door, and we all follow him to the door.

As we each exit, David, then Ben, then me, and lastly Liam, I feel a hand wrap around my bicep to stop me.

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