Page 126 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

He kisses the top of her head, then meets my eyes. “Take care of them.”

I nod.

Then he lets go of her, turns, and walks out of the kitchen. Without a look back.

I get it. Looking back makes it all hurt even more.

When we hear the front door shut, Ivy turns to me. “What thehelljust happened?”

“Our guys just tried to break up,” I tell her, pulling her close and folding her into a hug.

She clings to me tightly. “Tried to?”

“Yeah. It’s not going to stick.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah. We’ll fix it.”

“We have to.” She tips her head up to look at me. “I really love you, Ford. I want to be with you. But I think it needs to be the four of us.”

“I know. It does.”

She sighs with relief.

“So do you want to go to L.A. to talk to Liam and I’ll talk to Harrison?” I ask. “Or the other way around? Because honestly? I kind of want to strangle my best friend at the moment.”

“Same.” She gives a soft laugh. “Want to flip a coin?”

I can’t believe it, but I feel myself smile. “Or rock, paper, scissors?”

We start to pull apart, but my phone rings just then.

Then Ivy’s starts to ring.

I pull mine from my pocket. She grabs hers from the counter.

We look from our phones to each other.

“It’s the FBI,” she says.

“Me too.”

Well, fuck. Looks like fixing our relationship is going to have to wait.

Thanks a lot, Brad.

CHAPTER 33

Liam

“When shouldI plan that dinner party?” Toby asks, flinging his arm around me as we leave the writer’s room.

I have a headache. Gwenyth was fucking annoying today. She laughed insanely at every one of Andrew’s suggestions and said, “Brilliant!” to him at least four times. She even used a British accent when she’s from Reseda.

She’s a suck up. A pretty, manipulative, chronic cliche abusing suck up.

Who is just trying to get ahead in the industry, like we all are, and who has no idea that I’m a man on the edge right now. Every fiber of my fucking being feels tense, agitated, and lonely as hell.

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