A smile flickered on Ferris’s face. “Oh, Alex. He does not make it easy.”
Zach might have resented this, but truth was truth.
“What if I was to drop by to pick your brain for the best man’s speech? Later tonight? Or tomorrow? I could use some insider info on Alex.”
His intent gaze seemed to be saying he might have more than questions about Alex, so Zach nodded. “Sure.” His gaze flicked toward the food. “This party probably won’t outlast the gumbo.”
Ferris chuckled. “Don’t expect it will.” He glanced at the boys again. “Nice to see them together. They grumble about each other so much, you forget they like each other.”
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Zach was quiet when he picked Becca up for the rehearsal dinner. Becca shot him a quick glance as he settled behind the steering wheel. The furrow between his bris
