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"Hmm?" I rub my chin. "I suppose, I should, given she asked me to walk her down the aisle." I glance up at him. "Wait—" I blink. "I thought this wedding was supposed to be a secret?"
"For Hunter, yes. But Zara messaged me to invite me to the wedding. And my guess is she’s invited her and Hunter’s friends, too."
That sounds like my sister alright. She always had a flair for the dramatic, and given the vibe between her and Hunter, I’d say she’s met her match in him. If anyone can tame Zara, it’s Hunter. If anyone can surprise the soon-to-be leader of the country, it’s Zara. "You think she’s going to have the media in attendance when she breaks the news to Hunter?"
* * *
I guessed correctly. Zara and Hunter’s friends, including me, stayed hidden in his townhouse until after she announced to the press that they were getting married, right then. Not to be outdone, Hunter pulled his own surprise when he revealed the set-up he’d arranged for the wedding. He also mentioned that it was Zara’s team, including Abby, who had helped him with the preparations.Abby!I hadn’t factored in that Abby would be there. Of course, she’d be there. She works for my sister, and given the long hours they work together, and the high-pressure PR clients Zara takes on, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that she considers Abby a friend.
I look on as she ushers the journalists onto the lawns where the chairs are lined up in rows leading to the platform where the wedding will take place.
Their friends—among whom I recognize JJ and his girlfriend Lena, Sinclair and his wife Summer, Michael and his wife Karma, and Liam with his new wife Isla—take their seats. Abby smiles at one of the journalists, then straightens and heads in my direction.
I stiffen and watch her from under hooded eyelids as she approaches me. With each step she takes, the slit in the side of her dress parts to reveal the toned flesh of her thighs. Thighs that I squeezed and caressed, before I slapped her across that perfect pear-shaped arse of hers. And the dress she’s wearing stretches so tightly across her backside, it shows off her hourglass figure to everyone assembled here.How dare she allow anyone else to admire her gorgeous outline? I’m the only one who should be able to appreciate her contours. No one else.
She comes to a halt in front of me. The wind changes direction and the scent of her—cherries, this time, with a hint of rose that is both innocent and strangely erotic—teases my nostrils. The blood drains to my groin. My cock lengthens. If I look down, no doubt, I’ll see the fabric tented at my crotch.Fucking hell.It’s my sister’s wedding, and all I want to do is tear the clothes off her employee, throw her to the ground, force her thighs apart, and bury myself inside her. Right here in front of everyone else, so there’s no doubt who she belongs to. I’m losing all perspective, and she’s to blame.
I glare at her, and she pales. Her green eyes turn into alluring emeralds. My fingertips itch. Goddamn,I want to reach out and wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck and pull her close. Fuck me!I shove my hands into my pockets and widen my stance. "What do you want?" I growl.
She blinks, then gestures in the direction where Hunter is talking to another gentleman I don’t recognize. "Uh, Zara thought it would be a good idea if you caught up with Hunter and Edward Chase, the officiant for the wedding."
"And why would I do that?"
"You’re going to walk her down the aisle, so—" She clears her throat. "So, it would be useful if you spoke to them and arrived at an agreement on the sequence of events for the wedding."
I tilt my head. "And if I refuse?"
She seems taken aback. "You...you…you’re going to refuse?"
"Unless you agree to what I want."
"What you want?" She frowns. "I don’t understand."
"You want me to do something for you. I want something from you in return."
She opens, then shuts her mouth. "It’s your sister’s wedding. You’re about to walk her down the aisle, and instead of trying to find out how to make this the best day for her, you’re here negotiating with me?"
"So?"
"So? So, you’re an asshole."
“Do you know how many fucks I give about your opinion of me?” I pretend to glance around me, then back at her face. “Precisely, zero.”
Her cheeks flush. "I hate you," she bursts out.
"Finally." I turn my eyes heavenward. "Took you long enough to declare that."
"Is that what this is about? Is that why you’ve been so horrible to me? Because you want me to tell you how much I abhor you?"
"You call what I’ve done to you being horrible? I haven’t even started, Sparrow."
"Don’t call me that," she hisses at me.
"The little bird’s finally learning to fight back, hmm?"
When I reach toward her, she flinches. A burning sensation flares to life in my stomach. Must be because I pushed myself during my work out. I must have pulled a muscle. That’s all it is.
"Relax, I was only going to do this..." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. My fingers touch the exquisite shell of her ear, and she shivers.
