Page 133 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

“I talked to him yesterday. Told him what was going on. He tried to get a flight last night but they were all booked. He’s on a flight now to Denver, then he has a five-hour layover, then he lands in Charleston at…” Sam peers at his phone. “Nine-oh-seven tonight.”

Liam is flying back to Honeysuckle Harbor.

Hope surges through me.

“That’s great! Oh my god, I’m so relieved.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that last night?” Harrison asks his grandfather.

“I didn’t want to interfere in your love life.”

Harrison snorts. “Ivy, grab your purse.”

“What? Why?”

A delivery man walks into the restaurant. “Ivy Scott?”

“That’s me.” I sign for a package. My new phone.

When I look up to see Ford and Harrison are exchanging a look.

“You in?” Harrison asks him.

Ford nods. “All the way.”

“On what?” I can’t keep up with what’s happening.

“We’re flying to Denver,” Harrison says, breaking out in a grin. “To get our William. You in?”

“Fuck yes,” I exclaim, leaping off of my stool. “Sorry, Penelope.”

Penelope looks up from her drained martini. “Hmm?”

The dads and Harrison’s grandfather all grin at us. “Go get him!” Bill shouts, giving a fist pump in the air.

“Grandpa, we’ll talk about why you didn’t tell us sooner a bit later. Right now, we have a plane to get on.” Harrison launches himself over the bartop, spinning his legs and dropping to the floor.

“It would have taken an extra two seconds to walk around, son,” Bill says.

“That’s too much time to wait to see the love of my life,” Harrison declares.

Ford nods. “I agree.” He follows suit over the bartop. Then he glances at his own ass. “Oh, shit, I ripped my pants.”

I laugh in delight and lock arms with two of my three guys. “Let’s go get our man.”

CHAPTER 35

Liam

“Attention passengerson flight 362 to Charleston.”

I tense. I’ve already had one gate change and my flight has been delayed by thirty minutes.

I’ve been deep breathing and telling myself that thirty minutes is no big deal.

I booked this flight last minute so the middle seat in row thirty two wasn’t awesome, but it was no big deal either.

Or so I told myself.

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