“Awesome,” she said. “Mine, too.”
“We both love food and Dillon, and not in that order,” Oscar said. “Is the wedding on?”
“You have my blessing.” Joey lifted her glass of ice water in a toast.
“Whew,” Dillon said. “Thank God. I didn’t want to have to ask for our deposit on the ballroom back. Weddings are expensive, Jo. Don’t have one.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that,” she said with a sigh as she picked up the menu. “I sent Ben packing.”
“About time.”
She glared at him.
“I mean...sorry.” Dillon tried to look sympathetic. He failed but she appreciated that he tried. “I’m sure you...miss...him...maybe?”
Dillon glanced over at Oscar, who hid his eyes behind a menu.
“I know you both know Chris and I are...seeing each other while I’m in town. You don’t have to pretend you don’t know. And I know he told you I broke up with Ben.”
“Not to give you relationship advice you don’t want or need...” Dillon began.
“Then don’t.”
“But.”
“I knew that but was coming.”
Oscar snorted a laugh.
Dillon cleared his throat. “But...a little advice from a man who has had way too many rebound flings.”
“How many are we talking?” Oscar asked, his eyes narrowed.
“Hush and read your menu,” Dillon said. “But the thing with rebound guys is...your rebound guy should be someone you’d never have a real relationship with. You save the good ones for real love. Like I did.”
“That’s better,”
Oscar said.
“You two are getting married in eleven days. Why are we talking about me and Chris?” she asked. “Can’t we talk about you two? Wedding stuff?”
“Boring,” Oscar said.
“So boring,” Dillon agreed. “At this point we want to talk about anything but the wedding.”
“Not even to tell me why you’re making all of us dress up? And why you’re having the wedding on my birthday? Hmm?” She winked at Dillon so he’d know she was kidding.
“That’s my fault.” Oscar raised his hand, gave her an appropriately apologetic look. “I told Dillon I’d always wanted a Halloween wedding and he said yes before mentioning that was his sister’s birthday.”
“I didn’t think you’d really mind,” Dillon said.
“I’m turning twenty-six, not six. And I can think of no better way to celebrate my birthday than by partying at your wedding. But...”
“But?” Dillon said.
“But I still better get a really good present.”
“I knew I should have married the sister,” Oscar said. “A woman after my own heart.”