Troy fiddled with the bowtie for his tux, trying to figure out what in the hell Cam meant by that look on her face earlier. Had she taken his advice and asked John out? Because that's not exactly what he'd meant when he'd said fall in love. In the optimistic, stupid part of his brain, he'd hoped she'd choose him. Hoped she'd fallen in love with him.
Growling, he stripped the tie from his collar.
John took it from him. Without a word, he fixed the tie and nodded.
Troy looked in the mirror. "Thanks."
John grinned and sobered, then grinned again. Whatever he and Cam had discussed had the man happy.
"Why are you grinning like an idiot?" Okay, not exactly smooth, Troy.
John shook his head. "Let's just say I'm saving a dance for your woman if this all works out tonight."
Troy turned. "What did she do?"