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“I break out in hives,” I said dryly.

“I guess we could do a double date if Silas doesn’t want to come,” Jamie said tentatively. “What do you think? I want Hank and Damon to get to know each other better.”

Maverick glanced at me uncertainly. I waved a hand.

“By all means, go play show and tell with your men.”

“You make that sound dirty,” Maverick said with a chuckle.

Jamie’s eyes widened at the thought, cheeks going pink. “Silas!”

I laughed, ignoring the little twist of discomfort in my stomach at the thought of the four of them having dinner without me. “I’m just kidding. You guys should have fun. I’ll find some way to entertain myself.”

“Clubbing in Omaha?” Maverick guessed.

“Why not?” I held up my drink. “Here’s to double dates and single hookups.”

My friends gamely raised their glasses and clinked them against mine.

I raised my glass to my lips.

“And to Silas finding love too!” Jamie rushed out.

I choked on my cosmo as Maverick laughed and slapped my back.

“Devious,” I rasped out.

“What?” Jamie blinked, looking innocent. “I just want you to be happy, too.”

I scowled. “I don’t need love for that. I just need a nice, big di?—”

Maverick shoved a chip in my mouth to shut me up. Just as well. There was no point arguing. My two friends meant well, but they’d never understand.

I wasn’t like them.

There would be no happy-ever-after for me. Not outside the vows I helped my brides and grooms create, anyway.

That was okay by me. While other people made promises they couldn’t keep, I simply moved on to another man.

I glanced at the bartender and grimaced.

And hopefully better sex.

CHAPTER 2

Silas

Guests filedinto the Prince barn, which was sparkling with fairy lights and softened with lavender silks draped skillfully from the rafters to match the wedding colors.

I guided a wandering groomsman into position next to the bride and groom. “Stand here. Smile and shake hands, but don’t talk too much. We want the line to keep moving, so we can get everyone seated.”

“Who appointed you boss?”

“I did,” Jenn said from down the line. “Behave, Jeremy! Silas has made my wedding perfect so far. Do anything he says.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow at me. “Anything?”

I smirked. “Well, not anything. You’re too young for that.”