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Whoa? Where the fuck did that come from?
“You are the easiest to read, even if you try the hardest to hide it.” I grin and walk back to my car. “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”
“Do not come,” she yells out after me.
EIGHT
ADORA
I’ve been on edge all morning. I opened the bookstore, then came here to meet Becca. She’s dressed more casually today in jeans and a leather biker jacket. When she sees me, she leans in for a kiss, but I only give her my cheek.
It’s easy to see her confusion when she pulls back.
“Sorry, it’s a crazy day.” I shake my head.
“Do you want me to go?” she asks, and I hate that I hesitate to respond.
How badly I want to tell her yes.
I glance around and don’t see him anywhere.
Hopefully, he doesn’t show.
Now that’s wishful thinking, isn’t it?
“No, it’s fine.” I pull open the door, and a lady greets us, handing us two glasses of champagne as we walk in, and tells us to take a seat while she brings out a rack of dresses.
“The notes request white,” she comments at my confusion as I look at the dresses.
“Yes, that’s correct,” a deep voice I instantly recognize says from behind us, and my heart feels like it stops before it starts racing. Joey walks in and steps around where I can see him clearly. He turns to Becca and offers his hand. “You must be the sidepiece.” I hear a loud gasp of surprise from the bridal lady as Becca offers him her hand. I watch as her cheeks pinken at the sight of him.
He’s nice to look at, there’s no doubt about that.
Joey is handsome, rugged, and downright delicious. That mixture has you wanting him to call you a good girl or spank you hard for having an attitude. And I always seem to have an attitude with him, so I guess I’m in the latter category.
But it’s the way he watches and takes everything in.
He knows your moves before you do.
He can read you better than anyone else can.
Joey is an observer.
I’m sure he’s just as dirty as his brother and cousins. He is, after all, second-in-command to his brother, Keir, and he wouldn’t have that if he wasn’t good at what he does.
And that’s as intimidating as it is deadly.
His smile is deceiving.
Conniving.
Calculating.
“I don’t want white.”
Joey grabs my glass of champagne and sits down beside me. So now I’m in the middle of Becca and him.
“I want to see you in white.”
