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Anniston frowns at me and I try holding a smile so she knows I’m not upset. If she thinks something is wrong, she’ll shoo all of her friends and family out of here and we’ll end up in a deep conversation. But instead, she whispers something to Theo and he nods, rolling his eyes at me before stalking to the table.

“Congratulations, bro,” Thad starts but Theo waves him off, pinning me with an annoyed look. “Go dance with her so I can fuck her. I’m tired of waiting.” I can’t help but grin when he snatches my beer and downs it in one go.

“Hurry, Jameson, before I change my mind.”

Most women would be appalled at what he just admitted, but if I know Anniston that’s exactly what she whispered in his ear to get him to come over here. I don’t let her angelic nature confuse me. She’s just as wild as Theo.

Shaking my head, I stand and let Theo plop down in my seat. “I would hate to come between you and pussy.” He nods; agreeing that depriving him after Ans held out on him last night would be detrimental to his physical well-being.

“Stop talking and go make me laugh at your terrible rhythm,” he mutters, shooing me with his hands.

I ignore his remark and tell Thad and his girlfriend Audrey goodbye before I turn and head toward a smiling Anniston.

“Gorgeous,” she drawls, extending her hand to me.

Interlacing our fingers, I pull her close, hip against hip.

“Commander.”

Her eyes sparkle under the extra lighting we had installed exclusively for the wedding, and she pulls her hand from mine, touching my face with her palm, asking me the same question she always does when she’s not sure where my head is at.

“You still with me?”

I nod and spin her around, making her laugh. “I’m always with you, Anniston.”

B,

Has your ass ever been tired? Like, literally tired? Well, Major Jameson has worked me so hard that even my balls cried this morning. Cried, I tell you! I know you’re probably laughing right now but seriously, every inch of me hurts. The kind of hurt you know will stay with you for weeks. All I can hope is that Jess will be impressed with my new bod. Yeah, I said bod. Make sure Jess is home when we Skype this week. *wink wink* And no, I don’t only want to see her. Don’t be emotional.

I miss you, loser.

#thefoodheresucks #pleasesendcookies

Private Brannon

“Here you go,” I say for the millionth and two times to the nice man in a black suit.

“This looks wonderful, thank you.”

I smile, accepting his praise and trying like hell not to watchthem.

He’s dancing withher.

Cade is dancing with Anniston.

I know it’s not logical that I feel jealous at seeing them sway and dip, laughing about who knows what. I know it’s crazy. But I can’t help feeling a little butthurt about watching them together. Maybe it’s because that should be me with him. Had I found him first, maybe it would have been.

That’s not what happened though.

I was too late.

“Where are the cookies?” I tear my gaze from the dancing Gods to find Theo, raking his eyes up and down the dessert table.

“Did she seriously order Cade’s pies and no cookies for me?” Theo huffs over the cherry pie, running his finger along the outer edge of the pan. “She is getting punished tonight. This is bullshit.”

“I can make you some,” I offer. Sue would be proud. Making the biggest celebrity in our small town happy is no easy feat. He ponders my suggestion for a moment and then waves me off. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get some cookie tonight.”

“Are you being disgusting to a lady again?” The other guy at the table with Theo this morning—Hayes, I think—interrupts, nudging Theo’s shoulder.

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