Page 60 of Bridesmaid By Chance
Not because I’m trying to flirt with my wife.
Sloane also chose to wear one of the outfits she brought from home. A black skirt with a white shirt tucked in. She paired the outfit with black high heels, making her legs look impossibly long. And even though I was itching to touch her in the car, I kept my hands to my fucking self. Smart move on my part.
“Can I come in?” she asks, hesitant.
Fuck, look at her.She’s so fucking beautiful.
So innocent.
“Yup.” I lean back in my chair and press my finger to my cheek and my thumb under my chin. “What’s up?”
“Well, first of all, are you sure you don’t want your green drink? I can do the Naked Juice, or I can go to the juice bar and get the gross one.”
“I’m sure,” I answer, trying to keep my eyes off her legs.
“Okay, but if you change your mind, you just let me know. I’m aware how much you enjoyed your green drink. I don’t want you changing your habits because now we’re married.”
“Shhhh,” I say, looking over her shoulder toward the hallway. “Don’t mention that shit here.”
“You don’t want me to mention that we’re married?”
“No. Christ.”
She glances around my office and says, “You do realize that this is the exact place where we tied the knot. If you didn’t want people to know, then why did we perform the ceremony here?”
“Neutral zone, less intimidating, and I was able to do paperwork at the same time.”
“So romantic,” she says, clutching her heart. “I’ll always recall the moment I said I do, with your stapler watching the magical moment. Or the way your computer hummed in the background. A true backdrop of love.”
“You done?” I ask with a lift of my brow.
“Not to mention, the nose kiss. Ahh, I’ll never forget the nose kiss.”
“It wasn’t on purpose,” I say, hating that she keeps bringing it up. It’s truly something I wish I could forget about.
“What were you thinking? Were you trying to make a memorable moment? Because I’ll tell you right now, I would remember?—”
Movement from behind her catches my eye and just as I see who it is, I sit up straight and call out, “Hey, Jude.”
Sloane’s eyes widen, and I watch her smartly slip her ring-covered hand into the pocket of her skirt. Panic courses through me as I slowly slide my ring off my finger and casually stick it in my pocket as well.
“Hey, Sloane,” Jude says. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
Jude is at least a foot taller than his sister, and even though they look alike, they also look very different, if that makes any sense. Where Jude is rough around the edges, with a bit of a bite in his voice despite not meaning it, Sloane is softer, sweeter despite being a constant ball of sarcasm.
“That’s what happens when you marry,” Sloane says. “You don’t make time for your sister.” Jude’s brow knits together, which makes Sloane chuckle. “I’m kidding, relax. It’s okay to have a life with your wife and to have time to yourselves.”
“I’ll talk to Haisley about having you and Stacey over.”
“Might just have to be Stacey,” Sloane says. “I’m going to be very busywith work. Very, very busy.” I study her, watching for any tell that she’s nervous, that she’s holding something back.
She shifts on her feet.
She fidgets with her hair.
She avoids eye contact.
Fuck, I hope Jude doesn’t notice.
