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back,” she replies before adding, “Oh, and Levi, you will be at the wedding. I don’t care if we have to prop you up on something. Gunner won’t do this without you there, and neither will I. You’re our best friend.”
    Her words tug at my heart, and if I didn’t feel like hot, soggy dog shit, I might have gotten all sappy back. But right now, I just don’t have it in me. “I’ll try, Em.”
    “I know you will.”

    Four hours later, I’m at the wedding day brunch set up in the hotel for Gunner and all the guys in the wedding, and much to my surprise, I feel halfway decent. A half-hour after I hung up with Emmy Sue, her mom, Rachel, picked me up from the hotel and drove me to a local urgent care clinic, where they fixed me up with some strong shit—a shot, some pills, a bottle of throat spray, and something called Magic Mouthwash.
    I didn’t really pay much attention to what was going on. All I know is I feel somewhat human as I sit here eating a made-to-order omelet that doesn’t taste like much of anything. I may have numbed my tongue and all my taste buds while squirting that cherry shit all over the back of my throat, but I’ll take tasteless food over choking on a thorn bush any day.
    “If you want a Bloody Mary or a mimosa, they’re up there at the bar,” Gunner announces when he sits next to me, the plate in front of him overflowing with every breakfast food known to man.
    Shaking my head, I finish chewing the bite in my mouth before speaking. “Nah, I can’t drink on this medicine if you actually want me to be upright and responsive for the ceremony, and I promised Emmy Sue I wouldn’t drink until afterwards.”
    “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea then. You don’t want to piss off Bridezilla anymore today. She sounded like she was on the brink of a meltdown when I talked to her earlier, and you’re at the top of her shit list.”
    “Why? What else is going on?”
    Popping a piece of bacon in his mouth, he smirks knowingly at me. “It seems Tori woke up sick this morning too. Symptoms almost identical to yours, except she’s allergic to like every fucking antibiotic available, so they can’t give her whatever they gave you. She’s still in bed miserable, and it’s doubtful she’ll be able to make it tonight.”
    “Ah, fuck,” I grumble, dropping my fork on my plate. “She gave me this crap?”
    He snickers before washing his food down with a big gulp of his Bloody Mary. “I don’t know who gave who what, but I know once you’re well, my soon-to-be wife is going to kick your ass for causing her this stress on her wedding day. She’s contemplating going without a maid-of-honor but says that’ll fuck up the pictures or some shit. I don’t know. I told her as long as she and I are fucking each other’s brains out tonight as husband and wife, I didn’t give a shit about anything else.”
    Guilt settles uncomfortably in my stomach. For all the silent bitching I’ve been doing in my head about this wedding, all for completely selfish reasons of losing my best friend and roommate, I truly want it to be a great day for my two favorite people on the planet. Even if it means dressing up in a monkey suit and being on my best behavior. Gunner and Emmy Sue are my only family . . . well, the only family I claim, anyway.
    “Dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
    Holding his hand up to stop me, Gunner pinches his eyebrows together and glares at me. “Don’t apologize to me. I ain’t mad at ya. You didn’t know bangin’ that chick would turn into all this. We’ll deal with it, and once we’re on the road to New Orleans, you can apologize to Emmy Sue if you still think it’s necessary. But for now, I need you to talk as little as possible, rest until it’s time to get ready, and don’t forget the fucking ring tonight. Capiche ?”
    “Yeah, I got it, man,” I reply, pushing my chair back away from the table as I stand. I still feel like shit for semi-ruining the day, but I