100. Max Lovelace
ONE HUNDRED
I narrow my eyes at the two idiots.
There is clearly some silent conversation going on between them, but that’s fine. I got enough shit on my plate without adding their drama.
Chewing, I glance back over toward the back hallway. “You think they’re okay?”
The guys go silent, and I look up to find them staring at me like I’m the dumb one.
“Call me naive.” I roll my eyes. “But Hannah looked like she was about to cry.”
Waller waves his hand. “That was just about the wine.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask.
At least this time Tony looks confused too.
“Never mind.” Waller dips his chin. “See, they’re fine.”
Turning, I see Maddox and Hannah holding hands as they once again weave through the tables toward us.
I have to admit it, they look good together. And it’s obvious my brother is disgustingly in love.
Maybe I should get more serious with my girl. Take the next step.
I pick up my glass and take a drink of water.
After I get drafted, when I can afford a big-ass ring, then I’ll do it.