Page 25 of Before We Say I Do

Chapter Seven

"Ihope you're prepared for this bachelor party tonight because Xavier and Lance have been working overtime to get it ready for you."

With the phone pressed to his ear, Kyle responded.

"About that, can you get the others on the line?"

On the other end of the phone, Hunter frowned. He could hear the strain in his brother's voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I'd rather tell you all at once."

Hunter's gut tightened. "One second." He dialed their brothers, and they all picked up one by one.

"Fellas, Kyle has something to tell us."

"Look," Raphael said, "I can't leave earlier than we planned because Bri is not having it. I don't know if it's because she's pregnant, but she's craving this dick night and day, so I gotta give it to her."

All of the men laughed except Hunter and Kyle.

"I need to push the wedding back," Kyle inserted.

Laughter died immediately.

"What do you mean, you need to push the wedding back?" Raphael asked.

"Brother?" It was Hunter. He knew from the seriousness of Kyle's tone that something was up, and he remembered their conversation from the tuxedo shop.

"Does this have anything to do with what we discussed at the tuxedo shop?"

Kyle was quiet, exiting the highway as his thoughts shuffled.

"Kyle."

It was DeAndre who spoke.

"It does," he said.

Silence lingered.

"She's not cheating, is she?" Xavier asked, audacity in his dark voice.

"This call would be different if she was," Kyle assured. "No, I have to take care of something before we can move forward. Just by a couple of hours. Do you think you can change the time from noon tomorrow to midnight?"

"Midnight?" they all asked.

"Midnight," he reiterated.

"Consider it done," Hunter said. They all agreed behind him, and Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll keep you informed."

"If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call us."

"Thanks. Talk to you soon."

Kyle ended the call and pulled into Mr. and Mrs. Jones's roundabout driveway and left his truck. At the door, he knocked, the sound reverberating a robust beat against the wooden frame.

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