Two Men and a Baby - Isla Olsen Page 0,8

Connor’s hand before throwing an arm around his shoulder. “So you do know what Josh looks like!”

Connor grins. “We’re just getting reaquainted. Turns out we haven’t seen each other for about eight years.”

“Wow, that’s crazy!”

Connor rolls his eyes. “Says the guy who went fourteen years without seeing his best friend. How’s Wade going anyway?”

“He’s fine,” Brendan says, glancing away with an expression I can only define as ‘sheepish’. Interesting.

4

Connor

If you’d told me this time yesterday I’d be spending the entire wedding trying to force my eyes not to linger too long on my brother’s ex-boyfriend I’d have thought you were crazy. But here we are. Can you really blame me, though? I thought he was gorgeous last night in his sweater and jeans, but put him in a suit and just…wow.

And I still can’t believe I didn’t recognize him. All I can say is, clearly he didn’t look like this last time I saw him or I would have realized I’m into guys a long time ago. Also he probably wouldn’t be Declan’s ex right now because I’d have snapped him up before they even had a chance to get together.

But I’m not some kind of superficial asshole who only cares about the way someone looks. Josh is sweet and kind and funny and just so freakin’ adorable; watching him during the ceremony today and seeing the genuine warmth and affection just radiating off him as he watched my brother get married hit me right in the heart. And now all I want to do is put more smiles like that on his face.

Yeah, that’s me. Big ol’ softie.

“What are you smiling about?”

“Huh?” I glance at my little sister, Cait, who’s seated beside me. She’s studying me with a curious look.

“You’ve had this goofy look on your face all day.”

I shrug. “Can a guy not be happy at his brother’s wedding? I’m basking in the joy of matrimony.”

She raises a skeptical brow. “Uh huh. Okay then.”

“Maybe he’s got his eye on a girl,” my brother-in-law Blake suggests from across the table. “Owen gets that same look on his face when he’s staring at my ass while I’m cooking.”

“I don’t stare at your ass,” my younger brother, Owen, says, a little indignantly.

“Oh, you totally stare at my ass, sweetheart,” Blake says with an indulgent smile. He leans over to press a kiss to my brother’s temple and Owen lets out a little sigh, although he’s still blushing furiously at being called out.

“We’re related to most of the women here,” my sister Bridie points out from Cait’s other side. “Be careful, Con. We don’t want another incident like when Cousin Maeve came for a visit.”

I let out a groan of annoyance. “We were seven years old! And for the last time, she kissed me.”

Before the discussion can go on any further, a bunch of servers come out with champagne bottles and begin filling up our glasses. It’s no doubt time for the toasts.

As our table’s server moves to fill Cait’s glass, I quickly put my hand over it, blocking her. “None for her, thanks.”

That prompts the server to send me the kind of scathing look that makes me think she mustn’t be relying on tips tongiht. “Hey, don’t look at me like that! I’m not some crazy, domineering asshole controlling everything she does. If I did that she wouldn’t be pregnant!” The server shakes her head and stalks off. Meanwhile Cait is shaking with laughter next to me. “What? Sorry if I don’t want my nephew to come out looking like a monkey. Not that I wouldn’t still love him if he did.”

The buzz of conversation around the room dies down as Heath’s best man—his grandfather—gets to his feet to make his toast.

“When Heath first came to me a little while back all confused about his feelings for Declan, I knew right then I was seeing something special. Even though they were only pretending to date, I could tell by the way Heath talked…”

Grandpa’s words are drowned out by the hubbub that breaks out as everyone in the room seems to home in on the exact same phrase now running through my own head: pretending to date.

“I KNEW IT!” Before I can stop myself, I’m out of my chair and stalking over to the table where the wedding party is seated, holding my hand out to Shay. “Pay up.”

“What’s going on?” Alannah asks curiously.

Shay sighs. “He bet me a hundred bucks Dec and Heath were faking.”

“Well, they’re obviously not faking anymore,” Alannah