Page 30 of On The Rocks

“I’m always chatting with her on the phone,” Aislynn said gleefully. “And I know she’s teaching Mam Wordle, so they talk fifty times a day.”

“I haven’t got her number,” I muttered.

“Did you ask for it?” Donovan demanded.

I shook my head.

T quirked an eyebrow. “You’re a cunt.”

Aislynn busted out a laugh.

My jaw clenched.

How the fuck did my asshole brothers have my fiancée’s digits when I didn’t? I knew they got along with Maeve—all T and Donny talked about was how great she was—but why hadn’t she given me her number? I was the one she was goddamned marrying.

“Lose her digits,” I ordered.

“Oh fuck off,” Tadhg said on a laugh.

“I mean it,” I clapped back.

Donovan held up his hands and wiggled his fingers. “Ooh, is my big brother jealous that his cute little wife prefers us to him?”

“Maybe he should stop spending his time at strip clubs and pay her some attention then,” Tadhg muttered pointedly.

Aislynn’s body jerked. “You did what?”

“It was my bachelor party,” I argued, giving Donovan a pointed look. “It’s not like I fucked anyone.”

“Well, that’s okay then!” Aislynn clipped out.

“These assholes went too,” I said defensively.

“They’re not getting married,” she shot back. “Jesus, Callum, you better hope Mammy doesn’t find out. She’ll take a frying pan to you.”

T laughed again.

I folded my arms across my chest and glared.

Assholes.

A notification chimed, and Aislynn held up her cell phone. “Maeve’s on her way. ETA is seven minutes. Get inside where it’s warm.” Her hand rested on my shoulder. “She’ll be okay.”

I dipped my chin to look her in the eye. “Do me a favor and wait for her. We’ll say you’re an unofficial bridesmaid.”

A slow grin spread across her face. “Can you imagine Orla’s pinched face getting even pinchier when she realizes I’m Maeve’s maid of honor and her girls aren’t?”

“Thanks for having Maeve’s back,” I told her, keeping my tone low to convey my appreciation.

“I’ve always wanted a sister,” Ash declared. “And I couldn’t pick a better one than Maeve.” Her hand caught mine, and she reached up to kiss my cheek, whispering, “I’m happy for you, Callum. Mae’s so sweet; she’ll make you a good wife. I just hope you don’t fuck it up like the imbecile you are.”

“Thanks for the support,” I murmured sarcastically.

My sister tipped her head back and beamed up at me. “Get inside. Your bride will be here any minute.”

Jerking my head in assent, I turned for the church, my thoughts already starting to go over the events of the morning.

So much for a quiet, uneventful wedding.

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