“How’s your party?” Jake asked as he handed me a drink.

“It’s not a party.”

“There is food, drinks and people are dancing,” he counted off his fingers. “I think it counts as a party.”

“I just came to congratulate my Luna and wish you good luck,” he said. “You’re going to need it if you’re going to spend the rest of your life with Logan.”

“I think I can handle him.”

“Famous last words,” he ...