“You brought me a bucket,” I remind her, and the thought makes me grin.

“And ginger ale.”

“And you snuggled with me on the couch.”

She looks into my eyes. “And I still would if you’d let me.”

“Em,” I groan.

She holds up a hand to stop me. “I get it. I really do.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Do you?”

She nods. “I do. And I’m so happy for you,” she says softly. “When do you go back for more blood work?” she asks. She’s the only one who has asked me this.

“Next month,” I tell her. “How did you know?” I look at her as I arrange items on my dresser. I just want to keep my hands busy. I hate talking about cancer. I hate that it’s such a big part of my life.

She shrugs. “I know you, Matt,” she says. “Do you want me to go with you?” she asks.

I shake my head. “It’s just blood work, Em,” I tell her. Scary, life-changing blood work, but just a needle stick in the grand scheme of things.

She nods. “Okay,” she says. “But tell me if you change your mind.”

“I will.”

“So, you told Sky about April, right? She’s not going into tonight blind?”

I nod. “I told her about her.”

“And she’s okay with going to your ex’s wedding?”

“Closure,” I say. I put my wallet in the inner pocket of my suit coat.

“Closure,” she repeats. “You ready to go?” she asks. She looks me up and down. “You’re almost as handsome as Logan, you know?” She grins at me, and I put my arm around her and walk out of the bedroom.

“Get your hands off my baby mama,” Logan says.

I laugh because it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth. “Make me,” I taunt.

He laughs, and we walk out the door together. They’re hand in hand, and I follow. We look ridiculous all dressed up in the neighborhood we’re from, and I’m afraid we’ll get mugged if we linger too long. But Emily’s father let us borrow his driver tonight—and his limo. It was pretty nice of him, and I get to spoil Sky a little.

We pull up to her apartment. She told me to text her when we were close, so she can meet us at the street, but I don’t. I go up to her apartment and knock. Seth opens the door. “Damn, dude,” he says. “You’re all dressed up.” He smiles. “I’m glad because so is she.”

He steps back, and it’s like he’s opening a curtain on Let’s Make a Deal. Sky steps out of her room and walks toward me. She’s in heels that look even higher than Emily’s, and she’s not a mom right now. She’s a classy lawyer who comes from money, and I could never, ever hope to live up to her.

She whistles at me. “You look handsome,” she says. She walks toward me with a necklace draped over her fingers. She presses it into my hands and turns her back to me. “Will you put that on me?” she asks. She lifts her hair, which is out of the ponytail I’ve gotten used to, and it hangs in artful waves down her back. She’s wearing a dress that clings to her figure. I know I’ve already seen everything that’s under that dress, but damn if my dick doesn’t get happy when she turns her back to me.

I clip her necklace around her neck and bend to kiss the soft skin. She purrs and turns toward me. “Thanks.”

“I am so glad you’re here,” Seth says. “I had to look at 452 dresses. And once she picked a dress, she had to do the shoe dance.”

I quirk my brow at him. “The shoe dance?”

He puts one foot on the floor and stands like a flamingo. He mimics a girl’s voice. “This shoe or this shoe?” he asks, as he switches from foot to foot.

Sky laughs and shoves his shoulder. “I wasn’t that bad.”

Seth rolls his eyes and goes to flop onto the couch. Mellie and Joey are in the floor playing with Barbies.

“You sure you’ll be okay, Seth?” she asks, but he’s grinning and typing into his phone. “Seth!” she calls loudly.

He looks up. “What?”

She rolls her eyes. “Are you sure you’ll be all right?”

He hangs one arm over the back of the couch. The boy is all skinny arms and legs. “We’ll be fine,” he says. He goes back to his phone.

“Call if you need anything, okay? Anything at all.”

“Okay,” he says absently. Something is up, but I don’t know what.

“Are you having anybody over, Seth?” I ask.

He looks up, his face flushing. “No, she can’t come tonight.” He doesn’t realize his mistake for a second. Then he rushes on to say, “I mean he. Not she.”

Now I get it. He wanted to have a girl over.

“No girls,” Sky says. “I’m not ready to be a grandma yet.”

Seth doesn’t look up from his phone.

“Seth!” Sky cries.

He jerks his head up. “What?”

“No girls in the house unless they’re your sisters. Do you hear me?”

He salutes her. “I hear you.”

She goes and kisses Joey and Mellie on their heads, and I walk over to Seth. “You heard what she said, right?” I ask.

He looks a little contrite. “Yes.”

“Good.” I point my finger at him. “Behave yourself.”