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I chuckle. “Erm. Yes. I’m aware of it.”

He gives me side eye. “Okay. Well, it falls on the weekend of my sister’s wedding.”

“Oh!” I turn to face him. “Is that going to work out? Does Doug know?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’ve told Doug. Basically, I’ll be heading to my parents’ place right after the meet to get ready. The ceremony doesn’t start until five, because it’s on a rooftop and my sister wants the sunset as they say their vows.”

I raise my eyebrows. “That sounds like it might have been better happening in the summer.”

“Yeah, well,” Aldo chuckles, “there’ll be three of them by summer.”

“Oh! You’re going to be an uncle!”

He grins at me. “Yeah. She’s due at the end of August.”

“That’ll be fine, then, right? We’ll be staying the night after the meet anyway. I guess you’ll fly down and stay a bit longer?”

He nods. “Yeah. I was planning on flying down on Friday and coming back Sunday night. There’s a whole brunch thing on the Sunday with my extended family.”

My heart warms at the image of Aldo and his huge family all laughing and celebrating together. Oh my god. The food will be incredible.

“I’d like you to come.”

I blink, not sure if I heard him. “Sorry. What?”

He glances at me before focusing back on the road. “I’d like you to come to my sister’s wedding with me.”

I swear these butterflies are going to burst out of my mouth any second. “Really? That’s kind of a big deal.”

“I know.” He grins, keeping his eyes on where his headlights are lighting up the all-consuming darkness around us.

Slumping back in my seat, I consider his request. I’ve never actually been to a wedding. Being an only child with half of my relatives in another country, there hasn’t really been the opportunity. But this would mean meeting his family. His parents. What if they hate me? What if . . .

“What about Lane?” I ask.

“I’m going to invite him, too,” Aldo says without missing a beat. “I want both of you there.”

I’m not sure what to say, so I stare at the road, trying to process the idea of attending a wedding as . . . as what? A throuple? Would we be together? Or just pretend that we’re friends?

“You don’t have to give me an answer tonight,” he says gently. “Think about it. No pressure.”

“Okay.”

I do think about it. All the way to Lane’s apartment. I’m still thinking about it when Lane appears, striding over to the car looking handsome as hell. He’s also made an effort, dressed in black dress pants and a white button down, making this feel even more like a date.

I lick my lips as he opens the door and climbs in the back. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” He leans forward and kisses me on the cheek before turning and doing the same to Aldo. “You two look delicious.”

I resist the urge to grab the front of his shirt and haul him in for a proper kiss and he sits back and buckles in. But when Aldo doesn’t pull back onto the main road into town, I frown.

“Where are we going?”

Aldo just grins at me and when I turn and look at Lane, he just shrugs. I narrow my eyes, but the answer to my question becomes clear after a minute.

“Doug’s coming?” I ask as we pull onto his street.

“Is that okay?” Lane asks, a hint of apprehension in his voice, like he’s not sure he’s done the right thing.

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