CHAPTER SEVEN
DREW
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE WEDDING
I voted for a strip club, but of course, Travis shot it down. Apparently, strange titties weren’t on the list the night before one of the biggest days of his life. Instead, he planned a night at his friend’s cabin and had the house stocked with premium cigars and whiskey for all of us. I can’t complain too much, but I know he was tempted to text Viola the moment he packed his suitcase.
“Do you want me to check in on them?” I ask.
His eyebrows lift, and I already know the answer.
“I just want to cancel it all and meet them at that stupid karaoke bar,” Travis says as he cranks the Range Rover. Since we graduated college, he’s driven a black Challenger but after the second baby was born he traded it in for a utility vehicle. But I’m happy
