Willa regards us with a wary expression.

"What's wrong?" I ask, gaze bouncing between them. Because I can tell something is up.

"Willa is a nosy little eavesdropper," Summer says. "That's what's wrong."

"Shut up, Sum. It's not eavesdropping when you can hear a person yelling from the other side of a closed door."

"I think that might still technically be called eavesdropping," Cade says as he pulls Willa toward him.

My brain is stuck back on one word. "Sorry. Who is yelling?"

Summer's lips roll together, eyes wide with concerned. "It would seem the spouse and groom are having a disagreement. And the groom has no volume control."

"He's a slimy little prick," Willa adds simply. "I can tell just by looking at him."

Before anyone says more, I'm in motion through the heavy door. I take long strides in the direction of the raised voice.

Violet is standing outside the door, while her massive husband, Cole, towers behind her. "You'll embarrass yourself more than me," Sterling's scolding tone assaults my ears from the other side of the door.

I peek at Violet and her husband. He cants his head at me as if to say, Are you going in there or am I?

I'd happily let him put Sterling in his place. But I'd be even happier to do it myself.

"Are you kidding me?" Disbelief resonates in {{user}}’s voice. "You fuck a stripper nights before our wedding and I'm the embarrassing one?"

Other people in the church appear to be listening, which is why I open the door into whatever maelstrom is taking place.

"It was my stag party! A last hurrah!" I catch sight of Sterling, his arms held out wide as {{user}} sits on a stool, as he yells at them.

Protectiveness courses through me.

"Get out and shut up!" I bark, slamming the door behind me. "Everyone out there can hear you."

Sterling spins on me, eyes narrow, venom spewing. "Fuck off, Gervais. I don't need a dumb jock's advice. This is between my spouse and me."

I cross my arms and stand my ground. I'm officially done being nice to Sterling Woodcock.