100. Max Lovelace

ONE HUNDRED

I narrow my eyes at the two idiots.

There is clearly some silent conversation going on between them, but that's fine. I got enough shit on my plate without adding their drama.

Chewing, I glance back over toward the back hallway. "You think they're okay?"

The guys go silent, and I look up to find them staring at me like I'm the dumb one.

"Call me naive." I roll my eyes. "But Hannah looked like she was about to cry."

Waller waves his hand. "That was just about the wine."

"What does that even mean?" I ask.

At least this time Tony looks confused too.

"Never mind." Waller dips his chin. "See, they're fine."

Turning, I see Maddox and Hannah holding hands as they once again weave through the tables toward us.

I have to admit it, they look good together. And it's obvious my brother is disgustingly in love.

Maybe I should get more serious with my girl. Take the next step.

I pick up my glass and take a drink of water.

After I get drafted, when I can afford a big-ass ring, then I'll do it.