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“I’m sitting outside, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And guess who shows up?”

“I have no idea.”

“The guy from the bar.”

“Oh shit, don’t tell me that the guy from the bar is Beau’s secret gay lover.”

“What?” I asked her in astonishment. “Where’d you get that idea?”

“Like maybe there’s some Brokeback Mountain going on up there?”

“Oh my God, Olivia. Can you hear yourself?”

“What? I don’t care what they’re doing, but that would be kind of crazy.”

“That’s not what happened,” I laughed. “The guy showed up, Austin—”

“Ooh, Austin. Sexy name.”

“Yeah, it’s quite nice, but it was the guy from the bar.”

“You just told me that.”

“And he’s Beau’s brother.”

“Oh snap!” Olivia screamed. “You kissed your fiancé’s brother!” She giggled. “You are such a slut.”

“Well, he’s not my fiancé. I mean, we’re not technically engaged. We never even met before like an hour ago. And yeah, I know it’s absolutely crazy, isn’t it?”

“This sounds better than a daytime drama.”

“It is not better than a daytime drama because that guy, Austin, is such a trouble-maker. He basically let Beau know that I was there to marry him, and Beau had absolutely no idea.”

“Well, you already knew that the guy didn’t have any clue, right?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect him to find out this way.”

“How did this Austin guy find out anyway?”

“Because when I was at the bar, I kind of let it slip that I was going to meet my boyfriend’s parents.”

“Oh shit, you told Beau’s brother that you were going to meet the parents and Beau had never even heard of you, huh?”

“Exactly,” I groaned. “No one had heard of me, and there I was blabbing my mouth at the bar.”

“So what’s going on now?”

“I don’t know. I’m in my room. It seemed like it was all going down in the kitchen, but we’re going to have dinner later and everyone wants to find out why I came.”

“Well, what are you going to say?”

“I mean, I’m going to tell them the truth, that I felt like I didn’t have many options, and about my mom.”

“Are you going to tell them about Mikey?”

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