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“I’ll be fine.” I wave him off. I turn and attempt to insert the keycard into the door and have no luck.
“Let me.”
I don’t have time to move out of the way before he’s pressing his body next to mine. Reaching around me, he takes the keycard and unlocks the door.
“Call me if you need me.”
“I won’t need you.”
“Yeah, but if you do, promise you’ll call.”
“You’re going to be mad that you were nice to me when you wake up, and the haze of the alcohol is gone.” I point a finger at him. At least, I think I do. I might have pointed two. It’s all a little fuzzy.
“I’ll never regret you, Charlie,” he says softly. With his hand over mine, he pushes the door the rest of the way open and motions for me to head inside. I do, and to my surprise, he follows me.
“What are you doing?”
“You need to hydrate, and you need to take something for that hangover you’re bound to have in the morning.”
“I’m fine. And if I need to, so do you.”
He just grins, walks past me to the small kitchen, fills me a glass of water, and grabs the bottle of headache medicine that’s sitting on the counter, which I’m sure my sister or Lorelei left for their hangover maintenance before they went to bed.
“You need help getting to bed?” he asks.
“No.”
He nods. “Call me if you need me.”
“I won’t.”
He nods and takes a couple of long strides until he’s standing next to me. He bends and shocks the hell out of me, leaving me speechless when he presses his lips to my forehead. “Sweet dreams, Charlie.”
He turns and walks out of the room before I can even wrap my head around what just happened, and damn it, he’s still calling me Charlie.
CHAPTERFOUR
Spencer
My chest aches as my heart hammers like a bass drum. With each step that we take toward the suite the ladies are staying in, the beat intensifies, as does the ache. Lifting my hand, I rub over my heart to try to ease the pain.
It doesn’t work.
I could strangle Lincoln. It’s a good thing he’s not here because I’d kick his ass. Not because he called off the wedding—you have to follow your heart—but Lincoln knew before this morning. His pussy ass was stalling, and now, here we are, standing outside the suite of his now ex-fiancée and her friends and sister to give them the news.
I still might kick his ass when I get home. He should have been man enough to admit this wasn’t what he wanted. Things should never have gotten this far. Lincoln is on my shit list. What’s worse is that Charlotte already hates me. It’s been years, and I don’t know where the hate came from, but it’s there, and this—me being involved in breaking her sister’s heart—is just going to make that hate fester and grow.
I’m definitely kicking his ass when we get home.
“I really don’t want to fucking do this,” Liam says, his head hanging.
Reaching out, I place my hand on his shoulder. None of us wants to do this. That’s why we’re all here. We decided to come as a united front. We don’t agree with how Lincoln handled this situation, and we want the ladies behind that door to know that. We also want them to know that whatever they need, we’re here for it.
“We’re with you,” Ty tells Liam.
He nods, lifts his head and then his hand, and raps his knuckles against the door. I can hear laughter and excited voices behind the door, and my gut twists knowing that we’re about to take that away.
When the door opens, Liam steps into the room. Audrey is immediately on her feet, her eyes locked on Liam, asking what’s wrong as we all file into the room behind him. Liam uses the softest tone I’ve ever heard from him when he tells Audrey that she should sit down.
