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“Oh, I’ll make sure of that,” I said, my eyes on his. I hung up.
“Is she okay?” he asked.
“She will be.”
Lucy came to me with a plate full of tiny cake bites.
“Maid of honor, I give you full voting power. I cannot choose between these for the life of me.” She looked at me and frowned. “You okay?”
“I might need to cut my trip early,” I told her apologetically. “Mama isn’t doing well and I need to be home for her.”
“Oh, my goodness, honey, of course! Forget the cake. Family is everything. What do you need? A car? Dray can drive you.” She offered up her fiancé without even checking with him, but he was the kind of guy that wouldn’t mind doing a favor for her.
“No,” said Weston. “I’m taking her.”
She squinted at Weston. “Um, ok. I guess some maid of honor and best man bonding won’t hurt. You good with that?”
I looked up at Weston who had positioned himself right next to me and put an arm around my shoulder tenderly and possessively. He was doing it again. The same thing he used to do at the office in less obvious ways.
Weston was an alpha male, and when he marked his territory, no other man stood a chance.
“That’s fine,” I said.
That would give us time to work out the details of our arrangement.
Drayven, who had been listening close by the entire time, reached into his pockets and tossed the SUV keys to Weston.
He caught them mid-air. “Let’s go,” he said.
I hugged Lucy and Drayven just as Evelyn noticed something was going on.
“Are you two going somewhere?” she asked cocking her head.
Dominic looked up from the book of options he was reviewing with the florist.
“Quinn’s mother is in the hospital, and she needs to go see her,” answered Weston for me.
“And you’re going to drive her?” Asked Dominic, clearly disapproving of the idea.
“Absolutely,” he said.
“Nonsense, we have people for that. You need to be with your sister.” He said sternly.
I was feeling uneasy. How his parents managed to make someone in need feel like an inconvenience was beyond me.
It was Lucy who stepped in.
“Don’t be ridiculous, father. Weston isn’t doing much here anyways. He’s going to make sure my maid of honor gets home safe. Let them go.” She waved us off.
Dominic looked over at Sarah, who was too busy showing her modeling pictures to Cohen to notice anything was out of sorts.
“Fine. But I need you back in Seattle on Monday. We have work to do. At least try to do that right.”
It irked me how he treated Weston like he was a teenager.
The man ran the highest-grossing global security firm for a living. He led executive meetings and spoke at worldwide conferences. The anger in me rose even more. I wanted to get back at Dominic Myles for always seeing Weston as inferior—like someone who could never measure up. The man had given up a life with me because of his father, and he was still treated like the son Dominic wished he never had.
Weston was about to say something when I opened my mouth.
