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The door opens and the rest of the wedding party enters. I need to get out of here. Pronto. I try to maneuver my way around Soleil but she blocks me.
“This isn’t fair. You’re pregnant.”
She snorts. “Why do you think I was chosen for this assignment?”
“Assignment? What do you mean?”
She winks. “Show time.”
“Oh good. You’re here,” Daisy says as she joins us.
Is she speaking to me? I peer behind me but Soleil is nowhere to be seen. How does a pregnant woman sneak off?
“I’m off to find my seat.”
“Don’t be silly.” She pushes me into a chair. “This is your seat.”
I wait for her to turn around before I try sneaking off. I don’t make it out of my chair.
“Where are you going?” Damon stands behind me and blocks my escape.
“To find my seat.”
“You’re in your seat.”
I throw my hands in the air. “What is it with your entire family determined I sit up here with them when they know I don’t belong?”
He bends over to whisper in my ear. “Maybe if my entire family wants you up here, you do belong.”
I shiver at the feel of his breath against my skin. I am such a sucker for this man.
He squeezes my shoulder. “Please stay. Don’t leave me up here alone.”
I look up and down the table and realize Damon would indeed be alone. “Where’s your matron of honor?”
He points to a long table where Mrs. West is sitting with her husband and their five children and spouses.
“You wouldn’t be alone. Your brothers are here. And your mom.”
“Stop fighting me, Angel.”
I practically melt into my chair when he calls me angel. No one’s ever mistaken me for an angel before. I enjoy it way too much.
Is this what happens when you fall in love? You become an idiot willing to do anything to make the person you love happy? Is this why my dad married my step-witch? He loved her and didn’t see her for who she really was?
I’m not blind. I see Damon for who he really is. A loving father. A caring son. A considerate brother. A gentle and passionate lover. No wonder I’m gaga for the man.
Too bad I can never tell him as much. He deserves a better woman than me. A woman he doesn’t have to hide dating from his family. Although, he’s not hiding me from his family now.
“Fine.” I give in. “But you better behave.”
He sits in the chair next to me and throws an arm over my shoulder. “Where’s the fun in behaving?”
I elbow him. “I’m serious. Behave.”
Guessing by the way he throws his head back and laughs, behaving is the furthest thing from his mind.
I make one more attempt to help him see reason. “What about Skye?”
