Evan and Alex snicker as they stand by watching Jackson being shot down, something he’s apparently not used to.
“Well, we may look identical in obvious ways, but, darlin’, I’d be willing to show you in not-so-obvious ways later tonight.” He winks at her again. Bailey raises her eyebrows, obviously not taking the bait, but it’s still hilarious to watch the train wreck.
“As tempting as that offer sounds, I’m gonna have to pass. I have a strict no-dating-clients rule.” She shrugs and purses her lips as if she’s really disappointed.
“No worries, sweetheart. I’m not your client. I’m your client’s groomsman so—”
“So take the hint,” I blurt, setting my jaw tight as I slap a hand on his shoulder and push him toward Evan and Alex. “Go change so we can go.”
“Leave me your number!” Jackson shout
