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She had sad-isheyes, which meant she was probably grieving some guy. Another one. He wasn’t sure who, as this one must have happened fairly recently. A Christmas romance, no doubt.
Aidan was surprised it had slipped past them. He and Logan kept a close eye on her, as all big brothers did.
Okay, they might be a little more protective than most. The last thing they needed was for her to fall in love with some hot guy who was after the Dufort dynasty.
Or even her own pot of gold.
As an artist, Amelia had sold some of her sculptures for mid-six figures. She wasn’t the struggling artist he teased her about.
But she was the worst romantic and could be terribly naive.
“Hello, annoying brother.” Amelia tiptoed up and kissed his cheek. “Fancy seeing you here.”
He glanced down at her dress.
Jesus.The damn thing only just covered her ass.
“Hope you got a discount on that thing. Did they forget the bottom half?” Aidan frowned as Amelia rolled her eyes and tugged the fitting sundress down.
“I said the same thing,” Logan said, turning from where he was standing a few feet away, speaking to Jackson.
“If you two are going to be like this all week, I will find a new hotel.” Amelia crossed her arms and glared at them.
“It’s been going on all your life, so why would we stop now?” Aidan was momentarily distracted as an enormous fruit-laden cocktail was handed to him by a server. He lifted it and perused the contents. “What the hell is this? There better be whisky in here.”
“Uh,” the server started, looking uncomfortable.
“Just drink it,” Logan groaned and glanced over his shoulder.
Got it.
The bride had organized them, so he was not to upset Emma.
Aidan slid the straw between his lips, closing his eyes so he wasn’t stabbed by the umbrella/pineapple/strawberry/cherry/melon on the stick.
Jesus, there’s a goddamn orchard on this thing.
He shuddered as the creamy, sweet liquid slid down his throat. When he opened his eyes, something far sweeter had appeared in his line of sight.
Well, hello there.
Fuck, she’d somehow gotten hotter than the last time he’d seen her. Was hot the right word?
No. Lily wasn’t a hot chick. She was pretty.
Delicate.
Breakable.
Perfect.
“Logan, Aidan is eyeballing your bridesmaid,” Amelia the cockblock said, following the direction he was looking.
He snarled at his sister.
“Do not touch the bridesmaid, Aidan,” Logan said firmly.
“Just to be clear, I can’t touch her, but if she ties me up and wants to have her way with me, that’s okay?”
