“I didn’t think Killian and Lilah were going to make it home for this.” Serena glances between Logan and me. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.” She turns to Logan and takes the glass of wine from his hand. “Okay. Now you’re ready.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Logan grunts, and I pray—actually pray my brother doesn’t decide to be an insufferable ass. “Killian, like your brother Killian?”
“Yeah. Come on,” I tell him. “We might as well get this over with.”
“What the fuck? Are you marching me down the Green Mile or something, Olivia?”
I lace my fingers through his and shake my head. “You watch entirely too much television, Adler. And no, you’re not on death row. But my brother is... a little...”
“He’s overprotective as fuck, and you just married his baby sister. In Vegas,” Serena announces, like she’s now having fun with this too.
“It was nice knowing ya, brother.” Rafe claps Logan on the shoulder.
“He’s not that bad.” I mean, really, I don’t think he is. At least he wasn’t when Brynlee married Deacon.
“Oh shit,” Serena whispers, then grabs Rafe’s hand. “Dance with me?”
“Okay,” he tells her as she drags him to the dance floor.
And before the next note plays, I see why.
“Livvy...” Hendrix Sinclair says my name like he always has, like we’re two little kids conspiring and about to hide from our parents together. But his eyes aren’t on me. They’re on Serena, who’s nicely tucked into Rafe’s arms as the band sings a Sam Smith song.
“Hey, Henny.” I wrap an arm around his waist and lean my head on his shoulder. Only one because my husband refused to let go of my other hand when I tried to tug it free. “How’s the groom doing?”
Hendrix looks from Serena to me and then finally to Logan. “Pretty sure he’s madly in love with his wife. So I’d say he’s winning.”
I don’t bother correcting one of my oldest friends.
Ryker is absolutely in love with his wife. But until the damn charges are officially dropped and the league clears him from any wrongdoing, I’m going to withhold any declaration of winning. I refuse to jinx this.
“You gonna introduce me to yourfriend, Livvy?”
And the hits keep coming.
Logan glares at Hendrix, and I know what he’s thinking, but I swear to God if he introduces himself as my husband, I will do serious bodily harm.
“Logan Adler.” He offers Hendrix his hand, and the two assholes shake way harder than necessary. “Her...”—he looks atme, and I know what he wants to say, but I silently plead for him not to—“friend.”
I drop my hold on Hendrix and step into Logan’s side, and stare up at him adoringly. “My very goodfriend.”
“Adler... You play for the Nobles, right?” Of course they’re going to talk hockey now.
Logan nods, and I see the moment it clicks. “Hendrix Sinclair?” He waits for Hendrix to agree. “The Revolution’s newest acquisition. You were with Chicago, right?”
“Yeah.” Hendrix looks out at the dance floor. “It was time to come home.”
I hate seeing the pain in his eyes as he says those words almost as much as I hate knowing the hell he’s been through this past year with the death of his wife. But it was definitely time for Hendrix and his son to come home and be surrounded by the people who love him. More than one of us here tonight.
“Well, Henny, I’d love to stand right here and catch up all night, but if I don’t go over and say hi to my parents soon, they’re going to kill me.”
“Looks to me like they’re going to kill Logan,” he jokes. “Hate to break it to ya, man, but they don’t look like they’re your biggest fans. Not surprising since Liv’s never brought anyone to anything before.” If I could make him shut up without slapping a hand over his mouth, I would.
And that’s the problem with growing up with someone.
They know all your secrets.
And Serena and Hendrix know them all because the three of us were together for most of them.