Page 1 of Badd Love
Prologue: Dane
Ihonestly can't quite believe this is happening. My big bro, Duncan, is getting married.
What a tool.
I mean, look—Rune is fucking great. I like her. I love her for him. I love them together. Honestly, I do. She inspires him to be better—and he is.
But my god, what a try-hard.
Twenty-three and you're getting marriedandhaving a babyandmoving out of Mom and Dad's?
I have no interest in any of that. Marriage, babies…nah. Not for me. I have no problem with marriage and children as, like, an idea. But for now, at least, it's just not for me.
And I really don't understand how all this happened so fast. One second, he was hanging out with some random tourist chick, hooking up, and being the bro I know. And then suddenly he's all serious andin loveand moving in with her and she's fuckingpregnant…
Sure, I might be projecting my own issues onto Duncan. I'm in no way ready for or interested in a serious relationship, let alone the fast and furious assault of adulthood he's going through.
You can miss me with that shit.
A certain memory nibbled at the edges of my awareness, but I pushed it away as I stood next to Jax at an angle near the altar in our backyard.Ourbeing Mom and Dad's, the place I at least still call home. Delia's moved out, Emerson's moved out, and now so has Duncan, which means I'm the last one still living with my mommy and daddy.
It's fine. I'm fine.
The subject of said memory stood opposite me, and my damned eyes were having a hell of a time staying away from the wondrous vista that is Lindsey Snelling's epic cleavage.
The woman has incredible tits.
Her ass is divine.
Her hips that definitely do not lie.
Legs for days.
Snatched waist.
In a word, she's fucking gorgeous.
Piercing sapphire eyes, platinum blonde hair cut with razor precision at her shoulders, swinging loose around her perfect, heart-shaped face.
And yet, after what happened several months ago, she still won't even look at me.
Her eyes were fixed on Rune as she wafted gracefully down the aisle in her white wedding dress, which was an admittedly amazing piece of fashion, being created almost entirely of a spiderweb of sheer lace, with a stripe of silk covering her from chest to thigh, highlighting rather than hiding her belly bump. The result was sexy as hell. Rune's hair was loose around her shoulders, her bangs braided back and held in place with a strip of blue silk donated by Mom as something blue, according to that "something borrowed, something blue" business.
Duncan, unsurprisingly, has eyes only for his about-to-be wife, and his eyes were shining. Uncle Canaan, Uncle Corin,Aunt Aerie, and Aunt Tate form a four-piece band playing the wedding march. Opposite Jax, Rune's other best friend, Raquel, was positively beaming.
Lindsey…also beaming. But every so often, her eyes flicked to me, and her expression went carefully blank.
I still don't understand what happened.
I pushed that out of my mind yet again—as I've done multiple times a day every day since that incident occurred. She won't talk to me about it, and I'm stuck in some sort of limbo, wondering if I'm the asshole for reasons I'm not self-aware enough to understand, or if there's something in Lindsey's past that created the situation.
It's put a serious cramp in my style, to be honest. I hooked up with a girl a few weeks ago—or tried to, but I kept thinking about Lindsey and what happened, and had to pull the cord on the poor girl I was with. She was understanding and didn't seem too upset about it, which was cool of her, but it's messing with my head. I haven't been able to even think about being with anyone since.
Fuck—I'm spacing out at my brother's wedding.
Focus, jackass.
I put Lindsey out of my mind as best I can—a big ask, considering she's standing a few feet away wearing a pale blue dress that cups her epic tits, hugs her killer hips, and leaves bare her fucking endless legs.
