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“You?” Winter gasps.
“Hi, Snowflake,” Archie’s husky voice replies. “If I said I was here only to take a shower ’cause mine is broken, you wouldn’t believe me, would you?”
“I can’t believe this!”
Winter marches out of the bathroom and Archie follows her, wearing only his jeans—commando style. He looks deliciously disheveled, like a half-unwrapped candy. And even after the night we’ve had, I want for my sister to get out of the way so I can have my sugar fix. Not happening. Winter doesn’t seem keen on going anywhere, and when her accusatory glare sets on me, I swallow. Oh, gosh.
She turns back to Archie and points an accusing finger at him. Here we go…
“How could you?”
Well, that’s a little offensive. That she’d direct her rage only at Archie as if I were a gullible idiot who had fallen for his Casanova charm with no clue. There are two of us here, and I can decide for myself.
“Relax, Winter,” I say. “Nothing shady is going on. We’re two consenting adults who decided to have fun together while at a wedding. No need to go ballistic.”
The comment, even if technically accurate, sounds a little empty now. So much has changed from that first night when all I wanted was to forget my name.
My sister turns on me, and I’m not sure if I’ve been quick enough to hide the uncertainty from my features, because she stares at me with her mouth gaping open, incredulous.
“Havingfun,” she scoffs. “Of course.” Then she throws a look at Archie so seething it’d finish melting the Arctic. “Get dressed and come to my room,” she orders him. “We need to talk.”
“No, you don’t,” I say. “This is none of your business.”
The icecap-melting gaze pivots to me. “This is my wedding,” she all but shouts, her voice a few octaves shriller. “Everythingis my business.”
Then she turns on her heel and marches out, calling, “Archibald Hill, get your ass to my room,now!” Winter slams the door behind her.
16
ARCHIE
Better dressed—the briefs were a bitch to retrieve from under the bed—but still unshowered, I knock on Winter and Logan’s door, ready to have my ass kicked.
When I get in, Logan throws me a“Seriously, man?”look, with a passive-aggressive postscript of,“If you had to screw the bride’s sister, couldn’t you at least not get caught the day before the wedding?”
So, my friend is up to speed on the situation.
On the other side of the room, Winter doesn’t spare me a second glance; she’s too busy pacing around.
When she stops and turns on me, her features contort in a gut-freezing expression of fury I pray never to witness on Summer’s face.
“Explain yourself,” Winter demands.
“You want me to give a speech about the birds and the bees or something?”
“Don’t you try to be a smartass about this. What do you think you’re doing?”
“Listen, you’re overreacting… Summer and I, we have an understanding.” I ignore the, “No, man, don’t even try to go down that road,” face Logan is making behind Winter’s back and keep going. “All the cards are on the table. We’re going to enjoy each other’s company while we’re here, and then go our separate ways at the end of the week.”
That doesn’t sound as right as it did a few days ago, but the logistics of our future is something Summer and I will have to figure out later,on our own.Her sister doesn’t get a say.
Winter has a different opinion on the matter. “Unbelievable. What are you, bridesmaid and best man with benefits?”
“If you had to put a label on it, sure.”
“My sister doesn’t do casual sex.”
I’m about to say she’s pretty spectacular at it, when Logan’s, “Don’t you dare,” silent warning stops me, and I purse my lips.
