A Groom of One's Own (Appies, #3)

by Emma St. Clair

Van grabs me by the shoulder before I can escape down the stairs. “Night’s young. We’re going out.” “Nope.” “Let me rephrase,” Van says, squeezing my shoulder harder. “You need to come out.” “You're not going to find a wife by staying home, Speed Bump,” Alec says. “He’s not going to find a wife in a bar,” Logan points out. “Shut up. Come on.” Alec grabs me by the back of my shirt, steering me toward the stairs, and I decide not to fight. The alternative is heading home, where I have to pretend everything is fine in front of Mom. At some point I’m going to crack and spill everything, and I’m not ready. Yet. "Fine," I say. "But don’t push this whole finding a wife thing. I’m just going out to go out." "Of course," Alec says easily. Too easily. Van doesn’t even pretend. Pumping a fist in the air, he shouts, “Let the great wife hunt commence!”