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Greg couldn't take his eyes off her. He still couldn't believe that Sara – the same Sara who had shrugged off all of his flirting – had asked him to come to California with her. He had given himself a stern lecture earlier, while getting dressed for the rehearsal dinner. After all, he wasn't stupid. Sara hadn't said that anything that would make him assume that she would want more than this weekend. However, she had asked him, which meant that she certainly couldn't be quite so opposed to dating him as she had been in the past.

He was torn out of his thoughts when Stewart sat down next to him. "She's a nice girl," said Stewart casually, "and I don't want to see her hurt."

Greg nodded in response. "She's more than just a nice girl. She's the wonderful woman I've ever met."

Stewart laughed. "I can't help but notice that you haven't taken your eyes off of her all evening."

Greg turned to him, slightly surprised that he had been being watched all night. "I thought grooms were only supposed to have eyes for their brides."

He got a shrug in response. "I've been a brother much longer than I've been a groom. My eyes will be on Sam tomorrow. Tonight, I'm a brother."

"Ask anything you'd like, then, Stewart. Wouldn't want you to have to keep an eye on me tomorrow and make the bride mad." Greg winked at Stewart, causing him to grin a bit.

"Please, call me Wart, everyone else does."

"Okay, Wart. What do you want to know?"

"I thought Sara was dating a guy named Hank."

Greg shrugged. "So did I."

"So what are you doing here?"

Greg stared at the wineglass in front of him. "Honestly, I don't know. I'm assuming that they broke up, and Sara didn't want to come alone, so she asked me to come."

There was silence for a minute. Then, Wart asked, "Do you love her?"

Greg's eyes sought out Sara. He watched her for a minute, laughing and joking with Sam and some of the other girls. She looked happy. She glanced up at him, her smile widening as she looked at him. He felt himself smile in return. "Yeah, I love her."

Wart patted him on the shoulders. "This is the happiest I've seen Sara in a long time. Don't mess that up, Greg. Hopefully, we'll be sitting here at your rehearsal dinner someday."

Greg's smile deepened. His rehearsal dinner. His and Sara's. Wouldn't that be something?