Rachel smiles. “That sounds great, babe. Was that your only concern?” He groans again, glancing to Amy. “Well…there’s still the issue of who’s going to be my best man when I marry Cay. And babe, I love you so fucking much—” “Hey, don’t even try it, jerk face,” Amy huffs. “I flew all the way from Japan for this. I’m your best man.” “And that’s what I want,” Jake says quickly. “Am, it’s you and me. Comptons for fucking life. I want it to be you, I just—” He sighs, glancing over his shoulder at me. That’s when I finally crack a smile. “You just don’t want to hurt Rachel’s feelings or make her
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