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“Clubs are brick and steel. They don’t come alive without people.” It took me years to see it, but once I did, I couldn’t turn my back on it. “The artists are at the heart of it all. We don’t look out for them, we have no business.”
“On that we agree.” Jax studies me, the same stare that’s surveyed crowds of tens of thousands. “My lawyers will draw up the paperwork next week.”
He extends a hand and I take it.
“Make it two weeks. I’m going on my honeymoon.”
“Where does a man with everything take his new wife?”
“Anywhere she wants.”
Jax laughs. “You’re catching on to this marriage thing already.”
A small girl in a purple dress careens into his legs hard enough to take a slighter man out at the knees. “Daddy! Let’s get cake!”
“Soon. First, we’re going to dance with Mommy and Mason.”
Moments later, they’re out there together, Jax pulling Haley against him in a way that’s warm and possessive at once. Their kids dance around them.
The past decade and a half of my life, I thought I was searching for security. Safety. But what I’ve been searching for is this.
Belonging.
Acceptance.
A reason to do what I do beyond the past.
“Who’s that?” my brother’s voice comes from my shoulder.
I follow his gaze to where Beck is talking to a trim man with wavy hair who grins at him, a hand on the shoulder of Beck’s tux so he can lean close to his ear.
“The second driver for Oliver’s team,” I say. I spotted Gray and Oliver around here earlier too.
My brother snorts. “He’s picking up at the wedding of some people he’s never met? Seems desperate.” His hands wedge in the pockets of his tux as if he’d rather wring someone’s neck with them.
I haven’t seen my brother this agitated over anything but football in a year.
“It does,” I decide. “How dare he express an interest in the man the groom’s brother has secretly had designs on for months?”
Sebastian’s head jerks around. “That’s bollocks.”
“I’ve seen how you look at him.”
“He’s reasonably attractive… until he opens his mouth.”
“You DVR his show.”
“There’s nothing on the telly these days.”
“You deserve to enjoy yourself, Sebastian.”
“You think I want…” He takes a gulp of his soda, grimacing. My brother hasn’t had anything to drink in a year, but from his expression, he wishes he had one now. “Is it that obvious?”
“To me. To Beck? I don’t know.”
Beck laughs then. As if sensing the extra attention, his eyes cut across the room to mine before shifting to my brother.
“The question is,” I continue pointedly, “what are you going to do about it?”
