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Now I’m the one narrowing my gaze on her. “Says the person who posts photos of herself in a guy’s lap with his lips on her cheek?”
Every emotion—rage, fear, and amusement—moves across Emery’s face. “That’s my friend Johnny who prefers women with something hanging between their legs. He was very disappointed I didn’t have a dick.”
Any other time, I’d laugh and want the story, but not this time. “Fine,” I say casually. “I wanted you to hear it from me. I’m getting married this summer.”
Her lips curve but then press together, before laughter sputters out of her. She gets up, and I do the same, confused. I fully expected her to hit me again. “Okay, Quinn.”
She looks up at me, her eyes dark and devilish. “What does that mean?”
Emery scoffs, shaking her head. “Nothing. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yes. First, you think I only want to see you to sleep with you,” she tells me, reaching for the door. “And then, you tell me you’re getting married. If you’re trying to make me jealous, it’s not cute.”
“I’m not trying to be cute,” I stress, but she isn’t listening. “I’m serious.”
Emery sighs as she walks out the door, and it hurts to see her walk away. I want to stop her, take it all back, and beg her to stay. But when she looks over her shoulder, her eyes burn into mine, and my request dies on my lips. Her narrow-eyed gaze has me gasping for my next breath. Usually when she looks at me like that, it’s before she devours me, but I know that’s not the case now. With a slow, knowing smirk, she says, “We’ll see.”
I furrow my brow. “We’ll see?”
Her lips curve at the side, those gray eyes wicked as they hold mine. “Yup. We will see.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Benson
I am well aware that a funeral is not the place to discuss my brother’s girl drama, but I don’t think any of us can stop ourselves. In our defense, though, we’ve already done a lot of crying, our hearts hurt, and our heads hurt from being pillars of strength for Shea and his sister in front of everyone who came to support the Adlers. If I have to tell one more person that “We’re gonna be okay,” I may scream. I think we all feel that way. We’re tired, so when Posey pulls up in a huge SUV and calls us all in for a sibling drive, I’ve never been more thankful for the peace my siblings bring me. Even if it means that Cameron has to ride back to the house with Callie and Angie. She’ll be fine. She likes them a lot.
“We’ll see?” Posey asks. “What did Emery mean, we’ll see?”
“I don’t know. After I told her about Ava, she looked at me like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill me or fuck me, and she said ‘We’ll see.’”
Owen scoffs, smacking Quinn’s shoulder. “Like, we’ll see when she’s over your bloody body with a knife?”
“Or maybe we’ll see when she skins Ava and wears her face?” Evan suggests. “Could you imagine? Her in the wedding dress, ready to say I do, and then Ava’s face slides off? Emery laughing all evil-like.”
Shelli makes as face as me, and the twins chuckle at the gruesome image. Quinn gives us an annoyed glare. “Thank you. That’s terrifying.”
Evan gives him a look. “I mean, you did spare your future wife’s life and tell Emery you don’t like her at all, right?”
Quinn shakes his head. “She never asked, never gave me a chance.”
I hiss out a breath, genuinely worried for my brother. “You should have screamed at Emery, ‘But I don’t love her! I only love you! Please don’t kill me.’”
Quinn’s look is exasperated as he rolls his eyes. “She’s not going to murder anyone. I hope.”
“Hold tight to that hope,” Posey mutters, shaking her head. “I mean, should we hire security?”
Evan leans toward the front. “Callie said we should give it to him as his wedding gift.”
“I got a hundred for that,” Owen says, reaching for his wallet. “Or you want me to Venmo you, Posey?”
“Why am I collecting money?”
“Because you’re the mom of the group,” I say simply, and Shelli looks back at me.
“Hi, I’m the oldest.”
I make a face. “Eh, in my head, it goes Posey, Evan, Me, Owen, you, and then Quinn. He’s super immature, so you’ll always be above him.”
“Wait. How are you between me and my twin? We came out together, and you didn’t even come out of our mom!” Owen razzes, mussing my hair.
I laugh. “You’re right. I came from her heart, so really, I should be before Evan.”
Evan scoffs. “Please, we all know Mom loves me the most.”
“Not before Quinn,” Posey throws back at him.
Everyone laughs, but I notice Shelli holds my gaze. “You know I draw up the contracts. And word is you’ll be looking for one, come draft time.”
