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I’ll plead the fifth if ever asked, but yeah…he got what was coming to him.
I’m honestly shocked he has the audacity to show his face here. Evelyn hates him as much as Roger and I do. She just has to save face to her many contacts and connections and was obligated to invite his mom. She even talked to us about it. She didn’t think he would actually show up, even if invited. We kinda all thought the same, so it was supposed to be a nonissue.
But stupid is just that…stupid.
He was also apparently dumb enough to actually book the long-term excursion–that was only supposed to be for the Sharpe Clan–instead of just coming for the weekend of the actual wedding event. He’s literally the only one here that isn’t a family member. Or, in my case, about to be one. Everyone else doesn’t arrive for a couple more days. And they’re all staying at the luxury cabins on the property down the road.
It makes me wonder what kind of strings he had to pull to make this happen. Or, most likely, what threats he had to dole out. I also want to know what exactly he’s trying to accomplish with Kat.
The stupid fuck never knows when to quit.
He opens his mouth as if to say something and I simply crack my knuckles, cutting him off immediately. He blanches, then scowls, before turning on his heel and striding out of the room.
I make a mental note to have someone check on the waitress he was obviously accosting and to remind security to keep a better eye on Brody. I’ll make sure to let Roger know everything that I saw as well. An extra pair of eyes won’t hurt, after all.
Getting back on track, I put Brody to the back of my mind and head over to Emrys. Maybe it’s the confidence that was bolstered by the reminder that I scare people too. Maybe it’s that I do feel safe behind the shield that Kat represents in this situation. Or maybe it’s that I simply somehow have a deathwish that I’m not aware of. But instead of simply saying something, or politely calling out to him, I saunter straight up to his side and slap him on his back as if we’re old comrades.
“Hey, friend.” If I say it aloud, maybe it’ll manifest itself before the giant fucking man-beast kills me. “What are you doing moping at the bar all by your lonesome?”
He glares at me, grunting in response.
I will not be afraid of the big bad wolf. I will not be afraid.
Still, I remove my hand from his back and slide into the stool beside him. And no, I did not slide it back to put another few inches between me and the menacing man, that was a total accident.
“Good talk.” I mutter, waving for the bartender and ordering one of those fruity drinks most men wouldn’t be caught dead drinking. Sue me. That shit is good.
Once I’ve drained at least half of it–totally not for liquid courage or anything–I finally turn back to the giant. “I was wondering if you’d help me out with something real quick.”
He stays silent, just barely glancing sideways at me in response.
“Annabelle and Kathryn’s cousin Scott found a bunch of baby bunnies without a mom and…well…Kat’s busy with Annabelle right now, otherwise I’d ask her. But I just want to make sure they’re okay. That he’s taking care of them right, ya know?”
He doesn’t need to know that Scott actually works at one of Kat’s vet clinics and is perfectly capable of handling some bunnies. But the ruse does the trick, life practically snapping back into his eyes as he turns his massive frame towards me.
“Where are they?”
“Right this way.” I hop to my feet, quickly checking my texts to make sure Scott confirmed the situation. A thumbs up emoji is all I got, but I’m pretty sure that means he’s fine with the plan.
Leading Emrys through the elevator ride and the many halls to Scott’s room, Scott opens the door after one knock, and Emrys pushes into the space without a word of invitation. Scott exchanges a look with me and I shrug, shaking my head. The brute sure isn’t one for manners. Scott simply nods and gestures for me to follow him in where we find Emrys already cooing over the makeshift bunny cage.
Okay, so maybe he isn’t cooing, but I’m sure this is his version of it.
Emrys immediately starts shooting question after question at Scott about the bunnies and I shove my hands in my pockets and lean against the wall behind me. I’m really starting to question whether this is going to go anywhere at this point. The bastard doesn't seem to want to stop his own interrogation so I can make room for mine.
He must run out of questions, and seems to be more at ease with the situation, and finally a wide-eyed Scott turns to me.
“Look, I uh…have somewhere to go. Can I just…” He steps towards the door and I nod that he can leave. Which he does. Quickly.
Emrys is still crouched and busy fussing over the bunnies, a tiny one clutched to his massive chest as if it’s the most precious thing in the world, and I think fast and snag a photo of him. I quickly send it to Kat with a caption saying target one acquired.
She’ll fucking fawn over that photo, I’m sure.
Done fucking around, I finally decide to take the leap.
“So, Emrys…” He doesn’t respond, but he straightens just slightly, so I know he’s listening.
I don’t think there’s a way to subtly slide this into a nonexistent conversation, so I decide to just go for it. “I gotta ask…what are your intentions with Kat?”
