“Hell, no,” Brandon said. “The woman’s a runaway train and I don’t feel like getting flattened.”

“Smart.” Adam stared out at a sailboat passing by under motor power until it made its way into the marina channel. He shook his head. “What makes her think I’d marry any woman she threw at me?”

“Good question,” Brandon said, stymied.

“What makes her think we’d marry anyone, ever?” Cameron said.

“She’s Mom,” Brandon said with a shrug.

“Yeah.” Cameron sighed. “She’s like a heat-seeking missile when she gets a bug up her butt.”

“Interesting mixed metaphor,” Adam said as he lifted his coffee cup. “But apropos nonetheless.”

Cameron shot Adam a look of derision. “Dude, apropos? Nonetheless?”

Brandon slugged Cameron’s arm. “Leave him alone. He’s using his words.”

Cameron snorted. “Right. Sorry.”

Adam disregarded them. “The bottom line is, she’s not setting me up,” Adam said easily.

“That’s my point,” Brandon persisted. “She’s not setting anyone up. It’s going to be a surprise attack this time. She told Beatrice, and I quote, ‘They won’t know what hit them.’”

His two brothers shared a look of amusement, but Brandon wasn’t cowed. He shook his finger at Adam. “Ignore me at your peril, dude.”

Adam glanced at Cameron, who raised his eyebrows at his brother’s adamant tone but said nothing.

Brandon saw the exchange and held up his hands. “I’m just saying, watch out. You’re first on her list, Adam. And if you fall…”

“I won’t,” Adam said.

“Good luck,” Brandon grumbled. “The woman’s diabolical.”

Cameron took a sip of coffee, then wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “It’ll be so poignant watching Adam tie the knot.”

Brandon grinned and joined in with a few fake sniffles. “Our little guy’s all grown up.”

“Very funny,” Adam said tightly. “I’m not tying any thing.” He looked from Cameron to Brandon. “And neither are you two. We made a pact.”