Page 174 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“She was not my favorite human,” I say, breaking the silence in the car.
“I could tell,” Sloane says. “You didn’t say bye to her. Talk about a snub.”
“She didn’t deserve it. She was rude.”
“I think it was because you kept forgetting to bow.”
“Who needs to bow?” I nearly yell as the car pulls up to the club. “This isn’t the eighteen hundreds. Why is bowing necessary?”
“Part of the culture and tradition, Husband.”
“Yeah, well, it was ridiculous.”
Our driver parks the car and then rounds to my side, where he opens up the door. I step out first and hold out my hand to Sloane, who changed into a light pink dress in the bathroom while I changed into a suit.Withbriefs.
We’re meeting Archie and Sheridan at the club, as well as Terrance, Sheridan’s dad. It was a last-minute request that I wasn’t going to turn down. But now that I’m frazzled from Mary Beth, I feel uneasy. Also, I’m hating the time difference between me and Hardy right now because I’m dying to know what is going on with the lawyers.
I’m tense.
I’m unsure of everything.
And I’m irritated that dancing around in a circle was harder than I expected it to be.
Watch, Devin is probably some master at the footwork because he doesn’t have anything better to do with himself than dance alone in his apartment, thinking about and yearning for Sloane.
“Hey,” Sloane says, squeezing my hand. “You’re really tense.”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine.”
“Trust me, I’m?—”
“Hey, you guys.”
No.
Absolutely not.
No fucking way.
I lift my head just in time to see Devin walk up to us with a shit-eating grin and a pep in his stupid, unwelcoming step.
What the hell is he doing here?
“Hey, Devin,” Sloane says as he walks up to her and kisses her on the cheek.
This motherfucker.
I clench my hand into a fist at my side as he says hi to Sloane, then turns toward me for a handshake.
For a brief moment, I envision my fist plowing through his stomach, but I keep it together and shake his hand, pulling together one of the fakest smiles I’ve ever been able to muster.
“Dillon, good to see you.”
“Devin. It’s Devin,” he says.
“Oh shit,” I say on a playful laugh. “Sorry, man.”
