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She squinted and cocked her head in confusion, as if trying to solve a math problem way beyond her grade level.
I scoffed, losing patience. “I’m marrying his brother.” I turned back to Barrett, hiking my thumb in the model’s direction. “Seriously?”
“Rayne, you have to come back inside with the dress,” Phina spoke frantically from the door.
Cabs honked and people bustled by, nudging me this way and that.
The model looked around nervously for an ally. “Why don’t you call me later, Barrett?” She edged toward the limo.
When Barrett moved to hug or possibly kiss her goodbye, I snapped, “Don’t you dare!”
“Jesus, Meyers, knock it off!” Barrett barked, quickly apologizing to the woman as he helped her into the limo. “Sorry about this. I’ll call you later.”
“No he won’t!”
He shut the door and scowled at me. “What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” I scoffed. “What the ever loving fuck, Barrett? You’re supposed to be with Elle!”
“Rayne, if anything happens to that sample dress you’re going to have to buy it, on top of your actual gown. It’s Parisian silk.”
“Yeah,” Barrett said, face irritated. “Why don’t you take it inside, Meyers?”
“Why don’t you tell me why you were just kissing that Amazon when you’re in a relationship with my best friend?”
He held out his hands. “Look, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Like that’s some sort of excuse? What would you have done if I hadn’t interrupted?” I reached for my phone but remembered I didn’t have pockets and was in my wedding gown. “I’m calling Elle.”
He caught my arm before I could escape to the inside of the boutique. “Don’t.”
“Barrett!” Phina snapped. “She needs to get out of that gown.”
“Don’t tell Elle.”
“She deserves to know the truth. God, what is it with you Davenport men? Can’t you be satisfied with one good woman?”
His face darkened with fury. “Watch it, Meyers. I’m not my father. And don’t forget, you’re marrying one of us.” He looked me up and down.
“Hale’s not like the rest of you people.”
“You people? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You’re literally wearing that woman’s lip gloss.”
“Rayne, the dress…”
Glancing back a Seraphina, who looked about ready to cry, I hesitated, torn between ripping my slutty future brother-in-law a new asshole and preventing my future sister-in-law from having an embolism.
I returned my glare to Barrett. “I warned you not to hurt her.” Then I punched him—right in the junk.
He dropped to his knees and I left him there, marching past his sister and into the back of the store.
Phina rushed in after me. “Let’s get this gown off before anything else happens to it.”
I turned and scowled at the mirror as she carefully fiddled with the straps and hidden zipper. As soon as the veil and dress were off, I stepped into my jeans.
“How could he do that to Elle?”
