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Trybu ever qe me a chance, Lila,” Casper slurs, you’ll definitely find me better than those two.”
Someone mercifully jogs up to the podam-maybe a friend, maybe a groomsman playing damage control-and throws an arm around Casper’s shoulders with a forced laugh.
Alright, buddy, I think that’s your cue”
Casper tries to hold on to the mic, slurring out something unintelligible, but the guy wrestles it from his grip and steers him off the stage like a drunk uncle at Thanksgiving. Nervous chuckles ripple through the room, followed by the sound of glasses clinking and someone awkwardly clearing their throat over the speakers, trying to transition to the next toast like nothing just happened.
“Who the fuck was that?” I ask.
Finn’s still not smiling. “Someone from high school. Annoying little shit.” glance at Knox again. He looks relieved. The frown from earlier is gone, replaced now by a softer look.
Across the room, Hunter doesn’t seem fazed either. He’s all wide smiles and flushed cheeks, clearly tipsy, throwing back the last of his champagne while keeping one arm locked possessively around Delilah’s waist. She’s not smiling, though. Her pasture’s stift, and while everyone else is laughing, her expression is caught somewhere between forced politeness and complete misery.
“Why is my mom staring at you? Finn asks out of the blue.
“What?” can’t explain it, but every time I look over there, she’s either looking at you or Knox is. I just need to know why she’s suddenly interested in your face. Knox, I get. But my mom? That’s weird.”
I take my drink up from the table, raise it to my lips, and sip. Then I peek from above the rim.
Sure enough, Victoria Hartley is staring straight at me.
And so is Knox. It’s probably true that she’s been looking at me all along, but I was too distracted to notice.
“You still haven’t told me what you two talked about,” Finn says.
“It was about you. What else?”
“We?”
“Just let it go, Finn. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Mostly because Knox is now licking a spoon.
He tries to make it seem casual, eyes on the emcee as he swallows whatever’s on his plate, but the movement-the gentle sweep of his tongue along the metal-it’s anything but innocent.
My face heats. I turn away.
Finn is watching me.
Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything. But I know that look. He’s angry.
How about he just focus on Delilah and leave me be? His nosiness is beginning to piss me off. For someone who claims to be in love with the host of this event, he sure is looking at his plus one more than the host.
Hold on…. is he doing that thing he mentioned before?
The jealousy stunt?
My stomach knots. never agreed to that. I figured it was one of those wild things he’d say and forget. Not something he’d actually try to pull in the middle of a goddamn rehearsal dinner.
But then, right on cue, Finn’s arm snakes around my shoulders and pulls me against him in one fluid motion.
Fin? 3 say, my voice sharper than I intend.
*Just smile and act natural, Sloane.”
My head is pressed to his chest now, and I can hear the rhythmic thud of his heart-not frantic, just steady. I, on the other hand, am seconds away from clawing my way out of his grasp.
I lift my head instinctively, and there it is.
Knox.
Watching.
The spoon he’d been using to torture me just moments ago is discarded on his plate. His mouth is no longer curled in amusement. There’s no teasing glint in his eyes. Just stillness. Focus.
Finn must sense it, too, because he pulls me in tighter.
*Jeez, you’re squeezing me,” I mutter under my breath. “Delilah isn’t even looking. Save your drama for when she is.” But he doesn’t ease up.
He doesn’t even glance at her.
And then it hits me-he’s not doing this for Delilah’s benefit.
He’s doing it for Knox’s.
I tense, a cold shiver creeping up my spine.
“Umm… Finn?” I say slowly, cautiously. “What the hell is going on right now?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Just stares ahead.
“The only thing going on,” he finally says, “is that you’re not smiling.”
I pull back slightly, enough to look up at him. “Why would I be smiling when my head is trapped on your shoulder?” He shifts, placing his free hand on my bare thigh.
“Just breathe, Sloane. You’ve got this.”
“Got what?”
His fingers move-up, over the curve of my coat, brushing the edge of my neckline. Then, without warning, he curls those fingers into my collar and tugs me toward him.
I only have a split second to process the look in his eyes before he kisses me.
My mind is numb.
Everything around me is still spinning from what just happened. From the kiss. From the nerve. From the audacity.
I don’t know how long Finn’s lips stayed on mine, or if they were even moving against mine, but the moment he let go of my coat, I knew it was over. Whatever moment he thought we were having-it had expired
He’s smiling.
“You have very soft lips,” he says. “What’s that flavor? Strawberry?”
My heart races with fury.
I’m about to rain hellfire on him when someone clears their throat into the mic.
The emcee. Standing with a grin that’s far too amused.
All eyes are on us.
Victoria Hartley, smiling like she’s just seen her fantasy come to life.
Knox-expression unreadable.
Hunter’s eyes are wide.
And Delilah… frowning.
“Looks like we’ve got a wedding rehearsal and a love story unfolding at the same time,” the emcee says, beaming. Laughter ripples through the crowd.
Finn chuckles too.
“I think that’s a sign of great things to come tomorrow,” the emcee continues. “Don’t you all think so?” Applause. Whistles.
“You’ve got fans, lovebirds. Wave to the crowd at least. Even the groom is clapping.”
Finn lifts his hand to wave. Then leans in, whispering, “Do it. This is so much better than I planned.”
I haven’t moved. Not an inch.
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