Page 126 of By All Accounts
He finished off his drink and tossed it into a nearby trash can, his body language making it clear he was ready to head out. We said our goodbyes, and he left me with my three other brothers,their boyfriends lost to a conversation on the other side of the room.
“Thank you for this,” I said to Marshall, and meant it.
“Thank you for not fighting me on it.”
“Whatever Sophie wants…” I trailed off, the rest not needing to be said. The rest evident by the rings around all three of our fingers.
“And you’re going with them next week?”
“Of course,” I said, as if I hadn’t mentally thought of a way to get out of it before giving in and accepting I was meant to be with them.
I was glad I hadn’t found one.
“Riggs and I have a cabin we go to sometimes,” Smith said, a hint of a smile dancing across his face. “It’s nice to disconnect and just be together.”
“I’m sure it’s hard with his work being so close to his apartment.”
“Lincoln’s work is the same, right?” Smith asked sincerely. “I mean, he can do that anywhere.”
“And he does,” Hunter agreed.
“Still?” Marshall asked.
Hunter shot a scathing look at our brother. “Yes,” he said. “Still.”
“Hey now.” Marshall took a step back, brow furrowed. “I didn’t mean it poorly, I just meant I was surprised he didn’t have a space dedicated to…filming.”
Understanding flickered across Hunter’s face and the fight went out of him. “He does.”
“That’s all I meant,” Marshall said.
“I’m going to go make sure Riggs isn’t ready to chew his arm off to get away from Silas and Lincoln,” Smith said. He clapped me on the shoulder before he left. “I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks.”
Smith wandered off and then Marshall was next to go, leaving me and Hunter together with our backs against the wall.
“You’re happy?” he asked simply.
“Very.”
He held his hand up, fingers curled toward his palm and pinky extended. Without thinking, I hooked my finger around his.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m going to ask Lincon to marry me.”
I chuckled, heart swelling in happiness for him. “Can’t let Marshall be the only one?”
“You were first.”
I wanted to argue that the wedding hadn’t been mine, just theirs, but there was no truth in that and everybody in the room knew it.
“I think you’ll make a beautiful bride,” I told him.
Hunter called me a bitch and let go of my finger.
“What?” I laughed, finishing my drink. “You will, but I don’t think either of you can wear white.”
