Page 143 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

Liam is watching me with surprise. But…pleasure.

“Will you marry me, Liam?”

I hear Ivy’s little, happy squeak and I see her and Ford hug.

My mom gasps.

My dad slides an arm around her and pulls her into a hug.

My grandfather grins, nodding.

Regina has her hand over her mouth, and Greg is grinning widely.

Then I concentrate on Liam.

He slowly smiles. “Wow.”

“Just wow? How about a yes? Or even a fuck yes?” I ask.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he says with a nod.

My heart flips over. I lean in. Then I pause, “What was the wow for?”

“You just really took charge there,” he says.

I narrow my eyes and lean closer. “Yeah, I did. And I did a hell of a job, didn’t I?”

He leans closer too. “Yeah, you did.”

I start to kiss him, but he puts a hand on the back of my head, threads his fingers into my hair, and tugs gently. “But let’s not make that a regular thing, okay?” he mutters against my mouth.

I laugh lightly. “Okay.”

And I’m suddenly happy that our family crashed our brunch plans.

This time.

But as Liam puts his mouth against my ear and says, “I love you so fucking much and I can’t wait to get myfiancéupstairs,” I realize that we’re going to need to establish some rules with our family.

Or change the locks.

Or both.

Epilogue

NINE MONTHS LATER

Ford

I stareat my phone in disbelief as a typing bubble pops up in response to my text and then disappears.

I text again, using caps to get my point across.

WHERE ARE YOU?

I’m not coming.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I say to no one in particular and to the universe.

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