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“You’re really nosy today,” I mutter.
“And you’re being really secretive.”
“Don’t you have a wedding to worry about?”
“It’s going to be perfect. But Knox, as your friend, let me say this: it’s never a good idea to date or have sexual relations with someone who’s affiliated with your relative, especially your brother. I know you’ll say they’re just friends, but he was angry when he punched you at that club yesterday. He has feelings for that girl, and you dating her is going to get very messy.” The elevator stops to pick up someone else. We fall silent.
Delilah looks like she wants to chip in but can’t bring herself to. After all, it would seem weird to remind your fianc? about your ex, who you were still screwing while in a relationship with him.
“It’s a free world, Hunter,” I say. “I don’t believe in those sentimental rules you all attach to dating or sex. If I want something or someone, nothing stops me from taking them. Brother’s best friend or not.”
The stranger in the elevator shifts uncomfortably.
“To each their own, I guess,” Hunter says. “We’re adults. But I believe in rules. If I ever find out that someone I’m in love with has a history with my relative or a very good friend, I’ll end the relationship immediately. No question. Things like that never end well.”
The elevator dings. Ground floor.
As the doors slide open and we step out, I glance at Delilah. The color has drained from her face.
You’ve Been Warned
You’ve Been Warned
I don’t smile.
I can’t even bring myself to.
Nothing would have pleased me more than to have Delilah this cornered. But when I think about the implications of Hur s statement, my lunch suddenly doesn’t sit right in my stomach. I never told him. How’s it possible that I never did?
I walk across the hotel lobby without a word.
Hunter says something behind me, but I keep going. I don’t want to see him or Delilah right now, though I can feel her ga burning through my shoulder blades. She’s probably wondering when I plan to attack.
This is not about you, Delilah. Chill.
Once we’re outside, I cross to where my car is parked at the curb, open the driver’s door, slip into the seat, and turn just enough to toss a sharp look over my shoulder.
“Let’s go, lovebirds,” I say, voice flat.
They shuffle in, the two of them sliding into the backseat. As Hunter fusses with his coat, Delilah’s eyes catch mine in th rearview mirror. There’s a pleading expression there.
I look away.
Engine on. Gear shift. Then-music.
A rock song roars to life through the speakers, the kind with screaming vocals and a dirty guitar solo that perfectly matches my mood.
“Not today, Knox,” Hunter groans. “Play love songs.”
“In my car?”
“Today’s all about me.”
“I don’t care. I’ll destroy the Bluetooth speaker if any Celine Dion shit comes out of it.”
Hunter laughs. “You never compromise for anyone. You’re so annoying.”
I shake my head but smirk anyway. Then I search through my playlist until I find one-a power ballad with enough guitars to keep my dignity intact and just enough lyrics about eternal love to shut him up.
Hunter leans back, humming along. “Now this is what I’m talking about. I take it back. You do compromise. You’re a good friend.”
“Whatever. Don’t go soft on me now, Hunt.”
My eyes stay glued to the road. I’m trying not to think about anything and to avoid Delilah, who’s mercifully no longer speaking. I’m going to enjoy torturing her throughout the night with the possibility of me telling Hunter the truth. This I’ll d because if I’m not doing something evil, I’ll start thinking of myself as the evil one. The bad friend who kept important secrets from Hunter.
The venue is packed.
One can only wonder how many people Hunter and Delilah know to gather so much of a crowd.
People are scattered across the ballroom, laughing in small clusters, glasses clinking, waiters floating by with trays of champagne and canap?s.
Delilah’s family surrounds her. They’re all admiring her jewelry, her hair, her gown-or whatever expensive shit Hunter bought. She smiles through it, but every now and then, she turns in my direction. Then she looks at Hunter, who’s busy working the room like a senator-shaking hands, hugging uncles, posing for photos.
I sip from my glass and keep my eyes on the entrance.
There’s only one person I want to see.
“Hello, Knox, someone says behind me.
I turn. It’s Casper. We were teammates on the lacrosse team in high school, but he wasn’t my friend. Somehow-since the world is constantly proving to be a small place- he knows Hunter and is one of the groomsmen.
“Casper,” I say.
Successfully unlocked!
He smiles. “I didn’t get the opportunity to talk to you at the rehearsal.”
“You can say whatever you want to say here.”
He tucks his hands into his pockets, trying to look casual. “I mean, it’s a little weird, don’t you think? Vou
You’ve Been Warned this wedding.”
I arch a brow. “Did you want the position for yourself?”
“Not exactly. I just… Delilah’s the bride. She’s basically gone full circle. You, your brother, Hunter. Who’s next?”
I finish my drink in one swallow and set the glass on a passing tray.
“Go give it a try, Casper. I know you want her. You always have. Maybe this time she won’t reject you.”
He frowns as I walk away.
I move through the room, greeting people I know, nodding at old acquaintances, dodging a few who still hold grudges from back in the day.
The d?cor is lavishly over the top, just like Delilah wanted. Candles in glass orbs. Roses and eucalyptus lining the front of the hall.
I’m mid-sentence with Hunter’s father when I feel it.
Her.
Even before I turn, I know.
I look up-and there she is.
Sloane.
The dress fits her better than anything I imagined. Black, slinky, cutting just below the collarbone, hugging her in all the right places. The fur coat she’s wearing only makes it worse-teasing at what I know it’s covering.
Her eyes scan the room and find me.
I excuse myself without finishing my sentence.
My eyes are on her all the way. I don’t give any thought to Finn, who walked in beside her, looking around the room for Delilah.
I’m halfway to her when someone steps into my path. I recognize the scent.
“Mom?”
“Knox, darling,” she says. “You couldn’t even try to put on a suit for your friend?”
I sigh. “I’m only wearing one suit this weekend, and it’s the one I’ve prepared for tomorrow. That’s the best you all are getting from me. Welcome to the party anyway, Mom.”
I try to sidestep her, but she blocks me again, waving the diamond bracelet I bought for her in my face.
“The bracelet looks divine, Knox. Thank you.”
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