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“It’s how I need it.”
My heart ached with protest, calling me a liar. It clearly needed something entirely different.
Needed Wes’s strong arms around me, a wide smile on his face, and his dark eyes smoldering with promise.
Not the flash of hurt on his face before he turned away.
“Right, well, guess I should go get ready. Sorry I didn’t come up with a better excuse for tonight.”
He was gone before I could think of anything more to say. I sat in my bed, feeling more alone than I had since the day I’d moved into the Potter household and Wes had decided to embed himself in my side, first as a thorn, and then as a vine, or maybe a root.
He anchored me to the family. He always had. But now with this strain between us, it felt as if all it would take is one strong wind to blow me loose.
CHAPTER3
WES
“Well,if it isn’t the newlyweds!”
Catcalls and whistles erupted as we stepped into The Stag Pub. I chuckled and glanced sidelong at Beck to see how he was taking it. Judging by the grimace on his face, not great.
He’d talked a good game about us not avoiding shit forever, but that didn’t mean it was easy.
I thrust both my fists into the air, drawing most of the attention toward me. “Yes! Most epic prank everrrrrrr. You all got punked!”
Laughter met my response, along with trash talk from some of my favorite Granvillians.
“You didn’t fool me!” Tracy Willoughby called cheerfully. “Beckett is so not your type.”
“Yeah, because she is,” Beckett grumbled under his breath.
His response wasn’t exactly surprising. He’d never liked Tracy much. But for the first time I wondered if he was jealous.
Even more disconcerting, at the thought that he might be, my chest warmed and expanded as if he’d climbed right inside my heart. It was a soothing balm for the bruised ego he’d given me by rebuffing my offer to pick up where we’d left off in Vegas.
I knew, logically, that Beck was right. It would complicate the fuck out of our lives. But we had been so fucking good together. I didn’t know how to shut the door on the best sex I’d ever had.
“I don’t know,” Loretta, a regular at the bar, teased. “They do make a handsome set of grooms!”
“In your fantasies maybe,” the bartender, Calista, joked before shooting us a wink.
Was that wink flirtatious? She’d dated Beckett before breaking it off to be with her girlfriend. They were still girlfriends, weren’t they? Because if she thought she was getting her hands on Beck ever again…
“In everyone’s fantasies!” Loretta called with a cackle of laughter, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.
“Well, I never believed it for a second,” Percy Helix said with a sniff. “Anyone can see they’ve got no chemistry.”
I snorted. “Like you’d have the first clue—”
Beckett interrupted me. “You’re so right, Percy. I guess you’re too smart to fall for our tricks.”
“That’s right. I am.”
Percy puffed up a little in his seat, the little shit.
“Actually, Percy, you—”
“Shhh!” Beckett tugged me away. “Do not engage. This is good.”
