A hand clamps around my shoulder and Madison, Tiff's other cousin, leans in, taking the seat my mother occupied. “You’re hopeless,” she says, shaking her head with a grin. “Do you know how many times you've looked at her over dinner? Hell, even the speech felt like a declaration of love, Cuz.”
“We aren't cousins,” I grumble, only half-annoyed. I did invite this after all. Getting drunk and spilling my guts at the rehearsal dinner because Honey didn't show up wasn't my finest hour.
“Well, Tiff’smycousin, you’re hers... so we’re cousin-adjacent, if you will.”
I roll my shoulder to shrug her off. She just hooks her heels around the leg of my chair and slides closer.
I glance at her fiancé across the table, who’s seemingly too busy smirking into his whiskey to care about what she’s doing. “Aren't you upset by this?”
He tips his chin my way. “I'm not getting dragged into this mess,” he says flatly.
“Thanks for the support, Speedy,” I mutter.
The guy freezes, his glass mid-air. “Speedy?”
“That's your name, isn't it?”
“No. His name is Dash,” Madison adds.
“Oh, yeah. Well, Speedy is close.” I shrug. “Figured you called him that because, you know... he's quick in bed or something.”
Cade nearly spits beer across the table. Savannah, his wife, covers her mouth to hide her laughter.
“That's my sister, Zach.” Cade's eyes are narrowed, but he's not going to do anything about it. I know him too well.
“Who’s engaged to your best friend. You don’t seriously think they’re just sitting around painting each other’s nails, do you?”
Cade physically shivers, only placated by Savannah stroking his leg.
Madison gasps, her hands clutching her chest. “Ohhh, you’re feeling spicy tonight, aren't you, Zachy? I like it.”
I lean back in my chair, ignoring the fact that Madison’s practically breathing down my neck as I quickly glance at Honey again. She’s still talking to Chris, smiling away at him and his brother.
Fuck, what if Asher’s right?
What if she’s dating them both?
“She’s hot,” Madison declares, so close our cheeks are practically brushing against each other. “No wonder you drunkenly sobbed to me about her like a man in a country song whose truck, dog, and girlfriend all left on the same day last night.”
“That's not helping,” Dash says, exasperated.
Madison waves him off. “Oh, please. It’s not like he doesn’t already know she’s hot. Look at him. He’s obsessed. You’re obsessed, right, Zach? Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Yeah,” Cade says, leaning his elbows on the table. “We’ve already established Zach’s obsessed with his ex. Are you really trying to make it worse?”
My ex. My fucking ex. As if slapping that label on her could make her any less mine.
Madison sips her champagne. “How much worse can I make it? She’s literally making googly eyes at the guy she’s sitting next to.”
I swallow down the annoyance and take a swig of my beer.
“Chris Harper,” Cade supplies casually. “And the guy next to him is Chase Harper.”
We all turn to him with confusion.
“What? They attended a training camp with the Anglers last year.”
“And you remember them?” I ask, my brow raised.
