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Jem snorts. “And you, best man? Surely your betrothed should be chief bridesmaid.”
It’s my turn to scoff. “Honey can’t stand the sight of me. Anyone would think I deliberately got engaged to Dylan to piss her off and ruin her place as the only Blue Phoenix bride.”
Dylan laughs and kisses my hair. “As long as that isn’t the real reason you said yes.”
I ignore him.
“Where’s the lucky man?” asks Jem.
“Liam? With Bryn, I think. His last night of freedom left him a bit worse for wear.”
“Wasn’t the only one,” I mutter, remembering a boozed up, horny Dylan creeping into bed with me suggesting all manner of depraved, but arousing things.
Jem doesn’t speak and I poke Dylan, hoping he realises how inconsiderate his words are. Jem arrived this morning and missed Liam’s last night of freedom.
“Sorry, Jem.”
“S’okay. Wouldn’t be a good move for me, eh?” An awkward silence hovers for a moment until Jem says, “Anyway, gonna go find Liam and wish him luck. He’ll fucking need it.”
Jem walks away before we respond.
“Have you’ve seen Liam today?” I ask Dylan.
“Me? No, too busy making myself look exactly the way Honey wants. What do you think?” He spreads his arms out and spins around.
“Okay, I know, you look hot in a suit, Dylan.”
He leans forward, breath tickling my ear. “Wrong. I look fucking hot in a suit.” I tense as he squeezes my ass. “And you look fucking hot too. Can we go somewhere? We’ve time before the ceremony.”
I peel his hand from me. “You’ve time later; I’m not redoing my hair and make-up.”
“Doesn’t have to take long or be energetic,” he suggests, lifting a brow. This time he runs a finger along my collarbone and I catch his hand before he reaches any lower.
“Behave yourself.”
“Fuck, you turn me on.”
I can see the direction this is heading—in the exact same way Dylan’s mind is. A waitress arrives with a tray of drinks, and I take a sparkling water.
“Not champagne?” he asks, taking a water too.
“Not yet. I think this will be a long day.”
Inhaling, Dylan runs his hand across his head and neck, eyes zoning back onto my breasts. “Yeah.”
I push him in the chest, and then perch on one of the wooden chairs, gazing out at the infinity pool. “How was Liam last night?”
“Liam? Drunk as a skunk.”
How do I ask Dylan if Liam is sure he’s doing the right thing? I know the rest of the band doesn’t like Honey much and they hoped this wouldn’t happen, but I hold the secret from Christmas.
“Are there many people from St Davids here?” I ask.
Dylan shrugs. “No idea; he doesn’t keep in touch with people from home either. Myf’s around with Miles, but I think she’s keeping a low profile until later.”
Again, I bite my lip attempting not to spill something I shouldn’t. We arrived yesterday afternoon, with minimal desire to spend time around Hell Bride. As we’re currently living at Dylan’s LA place, travelling here didn’t take long. I would’ve preferred to arrive this morning, but Dylan attended Liam’s bachelor party. Liam greeted us briefly, and the fact he didn’t look me in the eyes didn’t escape my notice.
I sit on the edge of the low wall and put my shoes on. Last night, I scrubbed my brain of any paranoid thoughts about what a rock star’s bucks’ night would look like. Dylan may have returned to our room wasted, but his clothes were intact and he didn’t smell of anything but himself and alcohol.
