Troy fiddled with the bowtie for his tux, trying to figure out what in the hell Cam meant by that look on her face earlier. Had she taken his advice and asked John out? Because that's not exactly what he'd meant when he'd said fall in love. In the optimistic, stupid part of his brain, he'd hoped she'd choose him. Hoped she'd fallen in love with him.

Growling, he stripped the tie from his collar.

John took it from him. Without a word, he fixed the tie and ...