Page 2 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

“I’ll see you guys at the bar later, right?” Landon asked and grinned at Brad, rubbing his hands together. “What is a wedding if you can’t celebrate it the right way?”

Brad laughed. “Sure, Dad. We’ll see you there.”

He grinned at Brad, nodded at me, and left to rope someone else into having a good time with us.

“You have such a fun relationship with your dad,” I said.

Brad shrugged. “I guess it’s because I never grew up with him in the house as a father figure. We could always just be friends.”

I nodded. Brad’s mom and dad had been divorced for a long, long time—since Brad was a kid.

“Hey, buddy,” a blond guy said, clapping Brad on the back. Was that the standard Cavalier greeting? “Nice to see you. Who’s your date?”

“This is Rebecca Kent. Beck, this is—”

“Noah Forger,” I said. “I know.”

He grinned at me. “My name precedes me.”

I nodded, feeling stupid. I should have just let him introduce himself. I knew all the Seattle hotshots by name because I was a fan of reading tabloids and keeping up with celebrity gossip. I’d never met any of them, but I could pick them all out.

Noah Forger and his wife, Ava, who jiggled the cutest baby boy on her hip.

Noah’s dad, Archibald, who stood not too far off, talking to another lawyer, Elias Atwood, and of course, his son Gunner Atwood, and his longtime girlfriend, the model-perfect Maddison Lake.

Judging by the way Gunner was holding onto her possessively, she would be the next Mrs. Atwood, but that was pure speculation.

Noah and Brad made small talk before Noah joined his wife again. He touched her with reverence and kissed her cheek.

A pang shot through my chest. I wished I had someone the way these people all did. The wedding, the babies, the couples… it made me want more than I had now.

I shook it off and focused on the crowd around me again.

“Are they engaged?” I asked, nodding at Gunner Atwood and his Maddison.

Brad shook his head. “No way. Gunner isn’t the type to settle down.”

“Looks pretty serious to me,” I said.

Brad grinned. “Yeah? You’ve always had an eye for these things. What about her and her date?” He gestured to a blonde who was talking to Ava and a guy not too far off who looked bored.

“I don’t know who that is,” I said.

“Oh? That’s Celine Forger, Noah’s younger sister. She’s the apple of Archie’s eye. The guy she’s with—Clement Popkiss—is the guy her father wants her to marry.”

I collapsed in a fit of giggles. “Popkiss? That’s seriously his name?”

Brad grinned. “Yeah, that’s really his name.”

“Celine Popkiss,” I said. “It just doesn’t work. I don’t think they’ll end up together.”

“No? Because of a name? What’s in a name?”

“Well, if the love was solid, but… he looks bored out of his mind, and she doesn’t look like she wants him around at all.”

Brad watched them before he slowly nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” I said with a grin.

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