Page 37 of Momcom Vacation

“If you’ve solved all our problems,” Liv says evenly, “then why do we all have to share rooms?”

“Because my solution requires that quite a few more people stay here with us.”

Across the room, Cortney glowers. “Who’s coming?”

“Your mother, for one.”

His eyes bug out, and for a moment, I worry he’ll drop Dippy Do on the floor so he can storm over and punch me.

I hold up a hand, and Dylan, always in tune with her fiancé’s needs, murmurs in his ear.

“She’s coming because you’re getting married tomorrow.”

The eyes I thought might successfully shoot daggers at me now sparkle. I’ve witnessed all kinds of love stories, but Cortney ranks up there as one of the guys who fell the hardest. He’s wanted Dylan to be his wife since the minute he found out she was pregnant. Maybe even before then. I saw the spark when he saw her for the first time the day she visited the stadium. A manknows when he’s met the love of his life, and there’s no doubt in my mind that Dylan is Cortney’s.

“We are?” For the first time in a long time, Dippy Do appears truly perplexed. She frowns like she can’t believe the universe has really made this happen.

She’s right. It wasn’t the universe; it was me.

“Yes. It’s what I’ve been working on all weekend. All the phone calls. All the kidnapping.”

Cortney shakes his head. “There’s no way you can cover up your obsession with your wife by claiming this whole weekend has been about a wedding.”

I shrug. He’ll never prove it.

“You really planned a wedding for them?” my wife asks from my side, her voice filled with emotion.

I turn to my favorite person. “I told you my meddling wasn’t all bad. Cortney was stressed, and he told me to take care of it.”

“That’s not what I said.” His tone is low and annoyed, but his expression is one of confusion, as if he’s not sure he should be arguing with me.

“You’re going to have to find another best man, though.”

He frowns. “You don’t want to be my best man?”

“I’ll always be the best man.” I slip my hands into my pockets and rock back on my heels. “But I’ll be officiating the wedding, so you should probably ask someone else.”

Cortney’s grin grows, but in a heartbeat, it disappears, and he buries his face in Dylan’s wild red hair and whispers in her ear.

When she turns around and throws her arms around his neck, and squeals, “of course I want to marry you!” he stands, taking her with him and lumbers toward me.

Dylan wiggles out of his hold and launches herself at me. “Aw, Becks, you did good.”

“Your families will be here tomorrow.”

Cortney grasps my arms and pulls me in for a hug, sandwiching his future bride between us. “Thank you.” The emotion-filled words are truly all the thanks I need. Keeping my family is all I want.

Chapter 17

Dylan

The cool air of the fridge feels like heaven on my overheated skin. For a moment, I stand in front of it, water bottle in hand, and close my eyes.

Delia has given me strict instructions not to mess with my makeup, so I’m prepared with a straw and everything.

I move to the window, looking out to the ocean, and notice the chairs lined up on the beach. There can’t be more than twenty flanking the white runner that leads to the arch set up on the sand.

All the people who matter most will be here.

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