"She's Cayden sister, and Weslie is pretty much his best friend. We've all known each other since we were in our teens."

Sandy nodded her head, looking at Weslie. I could see something in her eyes, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"How do you know him?" I asked, tapping my fingers on the counter. "Did you guys date?"

Sandy raised an eyebrow at me. Her lips stayed in a thin line, and she shook her head. "No, we didn't date." She looked away from me and towards a few other customers. "Well, we're busy tonight. Good luck with him." Sandy pushed off the counter and turned to another customer.

Riley looked at me. "She seems nice. She has the same sense of style you do."

I didn't agree. There was something there, and I didn't know what it was. I didn't believe her when she said she hadn't dated Weslie.

"Should we play some more?" She indicated back at the pool tables, and I nodded, wanting to get away from Sandy. We returned to the pool area, where Miles and Weslie were deep in their game.

"Look, it's your wife," Miles teased, waving an eyebrow at us. "Forever leashed together."

"Do you say those romantic words to your wife?" Weslie asked, "Because I'm sure Laura loves the wording you used."

Miles grinned. "What makes you think she doesn't have a kink for that? Maybe we have an entire sex dungeon you don't know about."

My mouth just hung open slightly, and Miles laughed as he bent over, hitting at one of the balls. Weslie walked closer, his arm brushed against mine, sending sparkles up my back.

"That's Miles. He has no filter, and it only gets worse when he's drinking."

"I haven't been drinking," Miles added. "Lucas gets to drink tonight. I had to stay sober."

Just then, Laura walked over. She stopped next to Miles and raised an eyebrow as she leaned onto him. "How is it going over here? Is Weslie kicking your ass?"

Weslie chuckled. "Kicking your husband's ass, learning about your sex dungeon. Like any other day."

Unlike me, Laura was not shocked. She looked at Miles and tilted her head. "About our sex, what?"

"They knew I was kidding," Miles said, waving a hand. "He's trying to make it seem like I was bad tonight."

"I didn't know if you were kidding." I quickly added. "For all I know, you have one."

Laura shook her head. "You know, they will never agree to double dating if you are constantly disturbing them, Miles. Could you act like an adult for just a little bit so we can appear normal?"

Miles leaned into her playfully, smirking at her. "But I thought you liked me this way?" I looked away before they kissed. It would seem everyone was in love and unable to keep their hands off each other. Everyone but Weslie and me. The newlyweds.

I looked at Weslie, who wasn't even watching them. He was looking at the pool table, getting ready to hit a ball.

After a moment, Miles cleared his throat. "But seriously, you guys, congrats on the marriage. That's huge."

"Thanks," Weslie said, striking at a ball. It hit the corner, bouncing back. He pulled himself back up and leaned on the pool cue.

Laura smiled. "Would you guys ever consider going out? We always love having new people go with us for date night. Take away Miles's inability to keep his mouth shut, and we would have a good time."

"Sure," Weslie said. I wanted to glare at him but held myself together. That is what a married couple would do. And he said we needed to get out more. Agreeing to a double date was something we should do.

"We're not going to a sex place, right?" I asked jokingly.

Laura laughed, and Miles chuckled, looking at Weslie. "I see why you married her. She almost makes up for all the other women you went through."

It was like someone punched me in the gut. I swallowed, glancing at Weslie, wondering just how many it was. I'd heard it a few times already. Had he gone through an extremely high number of women? Should I be concerned?

Weslie noticed and scowled. "It wasn't that many women."

Miles laughed hard, holding onto his stomach. "Please! Over half of the bar you've slept with. Shall I start naming them all? And where you fucked them?"