Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

“I thought we were checking the place out, not crashing a wedding.” “We’ll sneak in the back,” he reassures me. “It’ll be fine.” It’s not fine. The receptionist neglected to tell us the wedding is already underway, and when we open the doors, the ten or so people inside turn and stare at us. Including the two standing at the altar. The man is in a camo-patterned suit, and the woman is in a tight, white dress that barely covers her ass. Her veil is longer, reaching the floor. The room is small and decorated with tacky fake flowers and zigzag-patterned carpet that no doubt hides vomit stains from wasted brides and grooms. I can’t believe I’m giving up a game of golf for this. “Carry on.” Dex waves everyone off. “Tripp and Dex Mitchell?” the groom says. The back of my neck heats. “Surprise,” Dex declares. “Your wonderful soon-to-be wife invited us knowing you’re a huge fan.” I hang my head in my hand. “This is so cool!” the groom says. When I glance up, the bride’s mouth is hanging open. “Umm, sure,” she says. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know if they could make it.” “The game last night was brutally close,” the groom says. “We’re just going to sit down now and be quiet. Pretend we’re not here. We shouldn’t be stealing thunder from the happy couple. Right, Dex?” “Right.” He leans in closer. “Is that a thing?” “Yes, it’s a thing.” I push him to the empty bench seat at the back and slide in after him. The whole time we sit there watching these random people get marri...