Jake’s eyes burned holes through me. He stood at the door, silent, tall, his hands shoved into his pockets like he was holding himself together.

Tyler smirked, stepping back like nothing happened. “Relax, brother,” he said smoothly. “I was just welcoming your new bride properly. Don’t look so tense.”

Jake’s jaw flexed. “Properly?” His voice was calm, too calm.

“Yeah.” Tyler gave me a quick glance, the corner of his lips twitching. “Zoe always hated stiff greetings. ...