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Mac eyed them and leaned in close. “Did you guys get Harriet’s message?”

“No?”

“She texted while we were driving here, but you guys were sleeping.” He held up his phone. “The canopies are a bust.”

I read the text and groaned.

“It’s just canopies,” Em said.

Mac puffed his cheeks. “Yeah, but it’s everything. Isn’t it? Nothing is going right.”

“Mac’s right.” I reeled in an empty line. “I want to say it’ll all work out, but to be honest, I really don’t know anymore.”

“Me too,” Em muttered. “I wish something would go smoothly—”

“Okay, we lied,” McClanahan yelled over.

I jumped, and the three of them laughed.

“What’s going on?”

“Wedding drama,” Mac called.

Lightning got to his feet and scooted his log over to ours.

“Spill,” Sloan said. “I need something to keep my mind off my own life.”

Twenty minutes later, we had them filled in on all the drama. From the venue change to the canopy glitch, the caterer canceling—who we hadn’t replaced yet—to our families, and everything in between.

Em sighed and shook her head, her curls tumbling over her shoulder. “Ava was the only one who was happy for us—”

“And Grandma Agnes.” Mac added.

“Grandma Agnes?” Lightning asked.

“A total spitfire,” Mac said, laughing. “She’s wilder than probably all of us combined.”

“Ava. That’s a pretty name.” Sloan stared across the water.

“She’s great. She’s a nanny, and it’s the perfect job for her.”

“Yeah, she’s always been so calm. A total saint.”

Sloan said nothing, he just bobbed his head and kept staring off into the distance.

“Everything good, man?” Mac asked.

“What?” Sloan shook his head and plastered on the fakest smile I’d ever seen. “Everything’s great.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Mac

“This is so relaxing,” Strelow moaned, talking over the serene instrumental music playing from the small boombox in the corner of the room.

I peeked one eye open and held in a laugh when the yoga instructor frowned at him. She took a deep breath and pressed her palms together. Her name was Crys—short for Crystal—and she was maybe five feet tall, but a total badass who put every player in line that came in complaining about how they didn’t need yoga.

She ran the complainers through some vigorous moves and showed them it wasn't all namaste and deep breathing, and then we moved onto the planned routine.

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