Page 186 of Exes and Oh Hell No

I stare at the jersey, jaw clenched, vein in my forehead seconds from exploding.

"Gram!” I bellow at the top of my lungs.

A familiar cackle echoes from the hallway. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

I exhale sharply, gripping the jersey like I might set it on fire with my bare hands.

Daltyn grins, clapping me on the shoulder. “You look tense, Captain. Everything okay?”

I glare at him.“Shut the fuck up.”

Cole and Jake are fucking wheezing.

“Bro, that’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,” Jake chokes out, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Man, you have to wear it,” Cole smirks.

“Over my dead body.”

Connor walks in, takes one look, and immediately walks out.

I hear him cackling down the hall.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m going tokillher.”

My phone buzzes.

Harper: Put it on, baby. Be a good boy for me. *Winks

I. Am.Going. To. Fucking. Die.

TWO WEEKS LATER

I don’t knowhowthis happened.

I don’t knowwhenthis happened.

But somehow, instead of going on a romantic, peaceful honeymoon with my wife, I’m currently standing in a private Vegas airport lounge, watching as our entire group piles onto a jet.

Connor. Jake. Cole. Daltyn.

Tara. Chloe. Allie.

“How the fuck did this happen?”I yell, throwing my arms out.

Connor shrugs. "You let Gram book the trip."

"Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Good question," Allie smirks, sipping her mimosa.

Harper grins, looping her arms around my waist. "Come on, baby. It’ll be fun!"

I narrow my eyes at her.

She’s up to something.

She’s always up to something.

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