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“Do they realize she’s not a toy?”
“They’re excited to have a granddaughter.”
“This marriage is fake. Your mom didn’t gain a granddaughter and your stepmom or whatever you call the mother of your half-brother didn’t gain a granddaughter either.”
He slaps a hand over my mouth. “Please don’t tell them they aren’t Robin’s grandmother unless you want World War Three breaking out.”
I nip at his hand. “Ouch,” he yips and yanks his hand away. “You’re mean.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m mean because I nipped your hand? I never thought the six-foot-three Elder Jason Bragg would be a sissy.”
“I’m not a sissy.”
“Yes, he is,” Brody claims as he joins us with the rest of the Bragg brothers. “He cried louder than a baby when he broke his arm after he fell off his bike.”
“One, I didn’t fall. You pushed me. Two, it was a compound fracture and I had to get surgery.” He waggles his eyebrows at me. “Do you want to see my scar?”
Riley shoves him. “Please excuse the Neanderthal. He skipped charm school.”
Elder shoves him back. “At least I passed algebra without cheating.”
“It’s not cheating if the girl gets kissing lessons in exchange for helping me pass class.”
“Riley Bragg!” Moon scolds. “You did not give kissing lessons in high school.”
“Okay. I did not give kissing lessons in high school.” He winks.
“Would the bride and groom please come to the stage?” Sage asks.
“Why? What’s going on now?” I glance around but everyone avoids my gaze.
Elder grasps my hand and leads me toward the stage.
“If they make us cut a cake, I’m shoving you face first in it.”
“Does anyone know where I can get a wedding cake last minute?” Brody asks and Elder flips him off behind his back.
The entire gossip gal group is standing on the stage.
“This can’t be good,” I mutter to Elder. I clutch his hand for support. One gossip gal is trouble enough. All of them together? Yikes.
“Do you want to make a break for it?” Elder asks.
I eye the hallway to the back exit. Miller moves to block the entrance.
“You tackle your brother and I’ll make my escape.”
He snorts. “If I tackle my brother, he’ll pound me into the ground while you get away.”
I grin up at him. “Exactly.”
He pinches my chin. “You’re devious. I love it.”
“Kind recognizes kind.”
He clutches his chest. “Are you saying I’m devious?”
I shrug. “If the shoe fits, don’t throw it away.”
