Chasing I Do (The Eastons #1) Read Online Free

planners in the country emailed to you tomorrow. I’ll leave it up to you to pick the final one, but, Darcy, if you want this event, it won’t be you.” Then, before he gave in to the way her eyes misted over, Gage upped his douche factor and hollered, “Fancy, come.”
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    Gage walked through the doors of the historical craft beer bar in downtown, letting loose a string of choice words when he saw three of his five brothers. He knew why they were there. Even knew why they wore amused as shit looks on their faces.
    After the day he’d had, Gage wanted nothing more than to go home, shower, and grab a cold beer. Which was ironic, because the day he’d had left the first two as non-options. Only leaving the cold beer still in play.
    That was the reason he’d asked his brothers to meet.
    Stout was known, not only for its deal making environment, working as the official meeting place for politicians, businessmen, and celebrities, but it was started by their late father. So not only did it feel like a second home, it was the one place the brothers always came when they needed to talk.
    And tonight, they had a lot to consider.
    Deciding the best course of action was to man-up, take the reaming, then drop the bomb that was sure to wipe those smug looks right off their faces, Gage headed toward the bar. Fancy pranced behind him with his head high and his tail waving proudly, as if he wasn’t the pussiest dog known to man.
    “You courting a new client around town?” Clay, the youngest and, up until two seconds ago, his favorite brother, wanted to know. He was dressed in his usual sports jersey with a cracked lip and black eye, looking as if he’d been in a bar fight or training hard for the upcoming season—which being an NFL MVP, it could have been either.
    “Funny thing about that,” Gage said, handing Rhett the leash. “I called Stephanie to see where she wanted to meet for the hand-off, you know, the one I offered to do on the way to my big meeting, because you were at that interview and she couldn’t make it to the groomer in time. She explained she was getting her dress fitted in L.A., then thanked me for agreeing to dog sit.”
    “That was nice of you,” Rhett said, picking up the dog and setting him in his lap.
    “I’m not dog sitting,” Gage clarified. “And how the hell is she supposed to plan a wedding if she’s out of state?”
    “The woman could organize a hostile takeover of a first world country from her iPhone.” Rhett leaned back and folded his hands behind his head, making himself right at home. “The in-person stuff, that’s why we have you.”
    “You don’t have me. I said I’d pull a favor with the location. Not plan a wedding while dog sitting a glorified rat who likes to tear off people’s fingers.” He glared at Fancy, who was too busy licking himself to notice. “What’s up with that?”
    “They must have been wearing R-I-N-G-S,” Rhett said.
    “Rings?”
    Littleshit lunged forward, nearly taking Gage’s hand off in the process. “Jesus, what’s wrong with that thing?”
    “Nothing.” Rhett patted the rat’s head in praise. “Stephanie paid some fancy dog trainer to the stars to teach him how to carry the rin—” Rhett stopped abruptly when Fancy’s eyes went into Cujo mode. “He’s our R-I-N-G bearer, so he’ll carry it down the aisle.”
    Rhett pointed to his ring finger in case anyone missed what it referred to. Then he glanced at Gage’s shirt, wrinkled with little muddy paw prints, and grinned. “How did the meeting with the potential client go?”
    “He was the NHL’s rookie of the year, right?” Owen, the middle brother and the owner of Stout, asked. He reached over the bar to refill the pitcher, sure to ruffle Littleshit’s ears in the process. “Tony Carter. He was in here the other night, served him and a couple of his teammates. Nice guy, big tipper.”
    “But did he seem like a dog lover?” Rhett asked, and all of the brothers burst