Levi's POV
I return to the living room to find Hailey by the door, slipping on a pair of vans. She is dressed in simple brown cargo shorts and a white tank top that hugs her body perfectly, highlighting the volume of her supple breasts.
I force my gaze away when she straightens up. 'Focus, Levi.'
"You ready?" I ask.
"Yeah," she responds, then pauses. "Are you okay?"
I raise a brow.
"I mean, you seemed tense when you got the phone call earlier..."
Realization dawns on me. The call had been from my Dad. The call had been from my dad, letting me know that my cousin's wedding was moved up to this weekend. Since he knows I’m married, he skipped the usual, “I expect you to bring a girlfriend,” speech. Small blessings, I guess.
Still, it stung that even after doing what he always wa
