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As we sit waiting, Sloane crosses her arms.
“How are you comfortable with your friend marrying your brother’s ex?” she asks.
Hmm. She went right in. “Well,” I say. “Delilah’s a gold digger. Hunter has the money.”
“Ah. Classic.”
“Hunter’s my friend. I might not like his choices, but as a friend, I respect them.” “Are you really a friend if you can’t fight some sense into him?”
“That would only make me the enemy. You won’t win a fight against love, Sloane.” She glares at me. “I can definitely try.”
I smile, unable to help myself. Her naivety is both endearing and tragic.
“How long have you been trying with Finn?” I ask. “Where has that gotten you?”
Her entire body stiffens. I’ve hit a nerve.
I should stop. Shouldn’t push her.
But there’s just something about her.
Something about seeing someone so pure and innocent that makes you want to crack them open. Break them apart.
“The universe is going to align people who are meant to be together,” I say, eyes fixed on her. “Whether they’re good or bad. Whether it makes sense or not. Best you can do is let people live their lives, Sloane.”
Her eyes are blazing.
“You’re not a very good friend, Knox,” she says.
“Because I tell myself the truth?”
Ever Heard Of Knocking?
“No. Because you’re selfish.”
I smirk. “Oh? And where has selflessness gotten you? Have you had a proper date in months? Are you seeing someone right now? Or does your entire life revolve around Finn Hartley and his pathetic obsession with a woman who doesn’t give a shit about him?”
Her eyes darken with something violent.
And for a moment, I think she’s going to slap me.
God, I almost wish she would.
But instead, she rises to her feet, her eyes burning holes through my soul.
“Fuck you,” she spits, turning on her heel and storming toward the exit.
I lean back against the counter, watching her walk away.
Her hips sway a little too much in those tight leather pants. And the way her short hair bounces over her shoulders as she pushes open the door and disappears into the night?
Perfection.
I’m going to have a hard time keeping myself from provoking Sloane throughout this wedding.
I’m also going to have a hard time keeping my eyes-and my hands-off her.
She’s trouble.
The kind of trouble I want to drag into my bed and ruin.
Slaone stares out the window throughout our trip home.
Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Silent.
It’s honestly impressive how committed she is to ignoring me. Not a single glance in my direction, not even when I deliberately rev the engine just to see if she’ll react.
I’ll admit, I kind of miss the talkative Sloane.
When I pull into my parents’ house, her head jerks up.
I can see her looking at the mansion in surprise, with so many questions written on her face. But whatever she wants to say, she swallows it back.
She unbuckles, gets out of the car, and pulls her bag out of the trunk.
“Let me help you with that,” I say.
“No. I have hands. Thank you very much.”
O-kay.
I let her have that one, walking beside her as she marches toward the entrance.
I open the front door for her, and when she walks in, her eyes sweep over the grand foyer.
“Is there something I should know about your parents?” she says, finally speaking to me. “Like what?” I ask, though I know exactly what she means. I’ve seen this reaction before.
“Like, are they from old money or something?”
“You can ask your best friend. He’s upstairs.”
She rolls her eyes, turning her attention to the massive staircase stretching up to the second floor. I know what’s on her mind. She’s wondering how she’s going to drag that bag all the way up.
“Just keep the bag down, Sloane,” I say, amused. “Someone will take it.”
She doesn’t argue. She drops it.
“Where are your parents?” she asks.
“Out of the country. They should be back tomorrow or next.”
“Great,” she mutters. “So we have the house to ourselves?”
“Umm… once you exclude the employees, I guess we do.”
“Awesome.” She gives me a look. “Please lead me to Finn’s room.”
I press a hand to my chest mockingly. “Of course, ma’am.”
I lead her up the stairs. We walk down the long hallway before stopping in front of Finn’s room. I don’t even bother knocking, just push the door open.
Ever Heard Of Knocking?
“Little brother,” I announce. “Your bestie is here.”
And then we see it.
Finn and Delilah pulling away from each other in a hurry.
They’d been kissing.
Finn goes completely still.
Delilah, on the other hand, barely reacts. She just smooth’s a hand over her hair.
“Ever heard of knocking?” she asks.
I glance at Sloane. Her face has turned to stone.
“How stupid are you, Finn?” she asks.. They’re Soulmates
They’re Soulmates
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~~SLOANE~~