The echo of the front doors opening bounced around the cavernous lobby of the courthouse, alerting me to someone’s arrival, and when I spotted Justin heading my way, I began to think God had a sense of humor.
I readied myself for what would no doubt be an awkward greeting, as Justin came to a stop opposite me and glanced past my shoulder.
“Where is everyone?”
With his rumpled clothes and bloodshot eyes, there was no doubt in my mind that he’d finished whatever bottle he’d tracked down yesterday. I was actually surprised he’d showed up this morning, and on time too.
“They’re not here yet,” I said as I looked over his scuffed-up boots, ripped jeans, and t-shirt. He had a silver chain linked to his belt loop that fed into one of his pockets, and now that he no longer wore his leather jacket, I could see an elaborate ink design up his left bicep.
“Great. Mom said nine, right?”
“That’s what I was told.”
Justin walked by me, our shoulders bumping up against one another, and the message was clear: stay out of my way.
“I’m sure they’ll be here soon enough.”
“Whatever.” He headed to the long wooden bench seat on one side of the room, then sat down, crossed his arms, and kicked his legs out in front of him. “Not like I’ve got Italy to get back to.”
Right. He wasn’t pissed or anything, was he?
“Look.” I stood in front of him. “I want to be here about as much as you want me here, okay?”
Justin shrugged. “I don’t care if you’re here or not.”
“Yeah, that’s obvious.”
“Good. What you do makes no difference to me one way or another. I wanna get this over with and get back to my life.”
I was about to tell him he’d get no arguments from me when the doors of the courthouse opened again and Brianna, Ryan, and Mom stepped inside.
Thank God, now we could finally get this thing started.
“Noah, Justin, sorry we’re running late.” Mom gave a quick wave before rushing by us toward the door at the very far end of the hall. Ryan and Brianna came to a stop where I stood.
“You two been here long?” Ryan looked to Justin, who shook his head, then he turned to me.
“About ten minutes.”
“Gotcha.” He slipped his hands into his pockets, obviously sensing the tension.
Brianna sat beside Justin. “How are you feeling?” she said in a hushed tone. “Jameson said you passed out on his couch last night.”
Justin’s eyes found mine as if he were daring me to judge. But hey, to each their own. Whatever way he wanted to celebrate—or mourn, I guess—Harry’s life, that was entirely up to him.
“Yeah? Well, Jameson’s got a big mouth.”
Brianna smirked. “Does he? Maybe I’ll have to take a closer look.”
“Not on your life.” Justin rubbed his forehead. “Now stop talking.”
Brianna chuckled and then looked at me. “Did you end up finding Wilhelmina’s last night?”
“You’re staying at Willa’s?” Ryan asked.
“He isss,” Brianna said. “Guess who told him about it? Laurel.”
I looked between the two of them with a frown. “She was hosting Harry’s wake—she was kind of hard to avoid.”
Brianna’s dark eyes all but twinkled. “Mhmm, sure.”
“Okay, stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking right now. I ran into her and asked where a good place to stay was. I can’t believe that bed and breakfast is that old, broken-down, creepy place. It looks amazing.”
Ryan nodded. “Willa did a great job.”
“She said you did most of it.”
“No way. It was a joint effort. She needed the help.”
“Five years’ worth, apparently.”
Brianna snorted at my comment, and Justin decided to chime in. “What’d you two do all night, talk and give each other a manicure?”
“No,” I replied. “We met when I was checking in. I think she was trying to be friendly and make me feel welcome.”
“Or she was checking you out, since she’s Laurel’s best friend and she’s heard rumors that you’re an asshole.”
Okay, I didn’t know that. But before that could even compute, I backtracked to his last comment. “Rumors?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Justin shoved to his feet and pushed a hand through his hair. “Does it always have to be about you? So you’re back, you saw your ex—which, by the way, you must be kicking yourself over for leaving, because Laurel is hot—and now you want to know what’s been said about you since you’ve been gone? Who cares? You left when you were a teenager and now you’re older and wear preppy suits. Get over yourself.”
Ryan stepped between the two of us about to try to calm things down, but Mom stepped out of the room she’d disappeared into earlier and looked at the four of us. “Is there something the matter out here?”
Brianna quickly got to her feet and stepped in front of us, shaking her head. “No. We were all just chatting about how good it is to have Noah back.”