and
her ho-ish ways.
I hope you’re happy! leave married men alone.
Hours later, I was still angry. So pissed that I didn’t bother to comb my hair or make sure my clothes matched. I just showered, then hopped in my car and drove to my sister’s house.
By the time I arrived at Blake’s new home, I was shaking with rage. Without knocking, I barged into the house, ignoring the stunned looks of my siblings.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dex asked, concern in his brown eyes.
“Good question,” my little brother, Asa, murmured.
I must’ve looked crazier than I thought, because Blake asked, “Dallas, what’s up with your outfit? And that hair? Girl, why are you looking like this?”
Letting out a frustrated sigh and a terse curse, I stalked over to Blake and smacked that stupid, fucking pseudo-invitation onto the counter. “Here.”
She picked up the piece of paper and read it. Her eyes widened. “I’m so confused.”
“I’m getting married.” I closed my palm over her mouth. “No questions. I don’t want to talk about it.” I scanned the worried faces of my family and fought back tears. “I mean it,” I croaked. “Not a word.”
A knock on the door drew my attention there just as my parents entered the house. And I knew I had to get out of there before the dam broke and I turned into a blubbering fool. I heard Blake call my name, but I didn’t have it in me to answer any questions. So I told her I needed her to get me together, and I headed straight for her bedroom.
“Sissy?”
I glanced at Blake, who’d been working in silence, fixing my hair and putting light makeup on my face. She’d given me an outfit. Well, it was reallymyoutfit that she’d borrowed months ago, but still… And she’d waited for me to talk.
She hugged me. “It’s going to be okay.”
I snorted. “You’re so sappy now.”
I’m not,” she argued. “I love you.”
“Oh God, stop.” Blake had met Professor Lennox Cole right around the time Bliss had given birth to my niece. Then, she’d fallen in love with him and had bought a freakin’ house. We were the most alike, even though she and Bliss were twins. While I was extremely close to all of my sisters, I spent the most time with Blake. “First, you turned all soft on me. Now, you’re hugging me and telling me you love me.”
She shrugged. “It’s true.”
My eyes burned with unshed tears. “I’m just angry. I’ve spent my whole life flying under the radar, laser-focused on my career. And this fool ruined everything with one unwelcome visit. I want to fuck him up.”
“Dallas, you can’t see this now because you’re so angry. But you’re not ruined. It’s one setback. You’ll fix it like you fix everything else, because that’s what you do. You’re the fixer.”
I rested my head on her shoulder. “And you’re the fighter.”
“Damn right. Say the word, and I’ll kick Kimball’s big ass, weak ass, no-touchdown-getting ass, heart-emoji-sending ass up and down Woodward Avenue.”
I laughed. “I can’t with you.”
“I’m so serious. And that invitation? Let me find out who sent it.” She smacked her right fist against her left palm. “They can get beat down too. On sight. Nobody calls my sissy a ho.”
“You called me a ho before.”
“That’s because you broke the leg off my brand-new Barbie doll. I loved that thing.”
Blake had been begging for that doll for months. It’d been an accident, but she’d hated me for a few days after that. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry for that?”
“Until you mean that shit.”
“I’m sorry.”
