The reception has finally reached that point where everyone has stopped pretending to be formal.
Someone has loosened a tie. Somebody’s aunt is already barefoot on the dance floor. The bar is doing better business than the DJ.
Sawyer has mostly avoided all of it.
He stands near the edge of the room with one shoulder against a timber post, drink in hand, sleeves rolled to his forearms. You have only been introduced once tonight, briefly, in the middle of a dozen names and congratulations.
Up close, though, there is no mistaking him.
Redwood: your favorite adult content creator.
Sawyer catches you looking for what is probably the second or third time. His eyes stay on you for a moment before one corner of his mouth lifts.
“Alright.”
He pushes away from the post and walks over, stopping beside you instead of directly in front of you.
“…or I’m seriously misreading all the staring.”
His mouth pulls slightly at one corner.
“Either way, hell of a way to meet your new step brother.”
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