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“Did you justdudeyour lieutenant?”I ask, arching a brow across the row of guys to Scotty.
Scotty rolls his eyes.“We're not in uniform, therefore I can call anyonedude.I looked it up.”
I splutter out a laugh as Marco's chin drops with a groan, Rhodes chuckles, Gio stares at the man dumbfounded, and Zach drops his head.Cohen, the closest man to Scotty, throws his arm out and whacks him around the ears.
“What did I do?”Scotty asks, rubbing his scalp.
I hold my beer in the air in a toast.“Scotty Jones, never change.Keep being the loveable idiot you've always been.”
“Hear, hear,” the rest of our group chant just as “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” begins to play.
My phone buzzes just as we finish yelling “gaaammme” along with the rest of the crowd.
London: That might just be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.
Luca: Buckle up, sunshine.You know I love a challenge.
London: I figured it was MEwho liked a challenge, you know, since I've had a crush on you for years ...
Luca: Just means I have a hell of a lot of catching up to do when you’re ready.
London: I’ll hold you to that.
Luca: That’s what I’m counting on.
Wednesday
“Thanks for coming with me today,” Marco says as he pushes through the doors of the jewelry shop.
“Isn’t that the job of the best man?”
He quirks a brow.“Your job is not toforgetthe rings, or lose them, or let them out of your sight until Saturday.”
“Right.So no wearing them in for you?”I bite back a smirk at the incredulous look he gives me.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Wait ...you mean they’renotlike shoes you’ve gotta stretch before the big day?”
“Um,no.”His eyes look like they’re about to jump out of his head.
I shrug.“Oh well.That's one thing to scratch off my to-do list.”
“Sometimes I wonder why you and Scotty are friends.Then it’s moments likethisthat remind me why.”
“Hey, I resent that.I’m in no way, shape, or form anything like Scotty Jones,” I reply with a glare.
“Mostof the time you’re not.”Now the fucker’s smirking at me.“Let me go get the rings and then we can go pick up the suits.”
“Sounds good,” I reply absentmindedly, pulling out my phone and sighing when the screen is clear of notifications.I start looking through the glass cabinets, thinking that I could get London something, maybe for her birthday next month.What says “I love you but no pressure” or “I want to be everything you want and need until you get sick of me?”Thatis the kind of gift I need to find.
Then something catches my eye in the next display unit—a rose-gold ring with a sapphire heart, the stone the exact same color as the woman’s eyes that are bored into my damn soul whenever I close mine.
I’m wondering if it would be something she’d like when the salesperson calls out.
“Rossi?”
Out of instinct, I turn around at the same time as Marco.The moment I see the salesperson, my mouth drops open.
