Ty whistled. “I managed two-twenty once, almost threw my back out. What’s your deadlift? It’s got to be over four hundred.”
Before Vic could answer, Kendra interrupted them. “Enough chest-banging. You’re both strong. This isn’t a competition, it’s a wedding. And someone needs to get changed.”
She sort of nodded in Vic’s direction, and her cousin took the hint. “A wedding, yes. But where’s your other half?”
“He’s already getting ready,” Kendra said.
Vic grimaced. “They separated us when we arrived. Said it’s bad luck to see each other before the ceremony.”
Frowning, Tay pointed out, “That usually means just the bride—”
“Thank you.” Vic shot Kendra a withering look.
She shrugged. “Try telling Roxie that.”
Tay asked Vic, “Do you want to run through a quick rehearsal? Or just jump to t
