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Creed strode forward and pulled me into a hug, planting a fatherly kiss on my forehead. “The dress is beautiful, honey. The boys will take care of you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Tomorrow?” I glanced up into his eyes.
He smiled and stepped away. “Who knows, once these guys start drinking. You know what lawyers are like.”
Then he was gone, clapping Nick on the shoulder and giving Tobias a nod before he opened the bridal shop door and strode off. Leaving us alone…
The lights in the rear of the shop flickered and plunged into darkness.
“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Nick murmured, glancing toward the dressing rooms. “Grab your clothes, Ryth. Let’s go.”
“I can’t leave wearing this.” I shook my head.
“Can and are,” Tobias growled, striding toward me to push into the dressing room. He grabbed my jeans, t-shirt, and boots before coming back out.
I looked ridiculous, leaving in the tight black party dress and the heels mom had bought for the wedding. But as the seamstress appeared from the rear of the shop, giving us a desperate smile, I found myself following Nick toward the door.
“See you next week!”she called behind us.
Cool air hit me as I hit the sidewalk, making me sway a little.
“Whoa.” Nick grabbed my arm, steadying me. “Have you had something to drink, Ryth?”
“A little,” I answered, meeting his gaze.God, he was pretty…how had I not seen how pretty Nick was?I glanced at Tobias, with his gaze like a thundercloud.Christ, they were both pretty.I swallowed hard and looked away.
“Your mom know?” Nick asked.
I shook my head. “Took the glasses when she wasn’t watching. She wouldn’t know anyway, had her new friends to distract her.” The words sounded snarly. I didn’t mean them to be snarly.
Beep.
My phone vibrated in Tobias’ hand. He glanced down and read the message. My pulse spiked as his brows narrowed. “Who the fuck is Gio and why the hell does he think you’re going on a date with him?”
Nick stopped dead on the sidewalk. They both turned their attention to me.
“Ryth?” Nick called my name. “Who the fuck is he?”
The black Mustang waited, parked against the curb a little further along.
“Ryth?” Tobias took a step closer, lifting my phone, his gaze savage. “Who the fuck is thispunk?”
“No one,” I answered, the words a rush under the effect of the alcohol. “Just a friend.”
Tobias lifted my phone. “Seems like a lot more than a goddamn friend. Unlock your phone. I want to read the texts he’s sent you.”
“What?No.I’m not going to do that.”
He came for me with a look of rage, striding closer in the blink of an eye. I stumbled backwards until I hit the glass front window of a darkened shop.
“Can and will,” he growled, shoving my phone at me. “Now unlock the damn thing before I smash it on the ground.”
I flinched. “You wouldn’t.”
The curl of his lips was chilling. Midnight sparkled in his eyes. “Try me.”
“Ryth,” Nick warned, glancing over his shoulder to look for bystanders noticing. As though he knew what this looked like.
Two men pushing me up against the glass. No one would believe this was nothing more than a little sibling spat…because it was more than that.
