“Do I trust you?” Drumming her fingers on her chin, Cara hums. “No, not really. But I’ll still love you after my wedding, so it’s best it’s you guys.” She grins, but it’s one of the scary ones, the kind that has us inching backward. “Plus, how hard can it be to set the chairs up perfectly? Just make me happy, that’s all I ask.” She pats our shoulders and dances away, giggling. “I want to go home,” Adam whispers. “I’m scared.” I clap a hand to his back. “We all are, buddy.”
