Page 79 of Bridesmaid By Chance
Devin holds out his hand, and I reluctantly take it. “Devin, nice to meet you,” I say as I keep a firm grasp around Sloane.
“Nice to meet you.” He looks me up and down, assessing.Assess all you want, you fuck, she’s married to me.“I had no idea Sloane was married, nor did I know she was going to London to be in Sheridan’s wedding.”
“Do you know Sheridan?” I ask.
“Yeah, she’s my childhood neighbor. Our families go way back.”
Fucking great, which means…
“Devin is going to be at the wedding. Isn’t that fun?” Sloane asks.
“Yeah,” I say, swallowing back my animosity for a man I don’t even know. “Are you in the wedding party?”
“I am,” he says. “I was telling Sloane, I know all of the dances. I have no problem showing her.”
Oh, I have a fucking problem.
A real fucking problem.
“Even showed her a little bit of one at the bar.”
“Bar?” I ask.
“That’s where I ran into Devin,” Sloane answers.
“Flying sort of freaks me out,” he says with this boyish charm that I don’tappreciate. “I always like to grab a beer or two before I board.” He glances at the gate and then adds, “Shit, we actually need to get on the plane.”
“Yes,” I say through clenched teeth. “They’re about to do last call.”
“Well, might as well get on.” Devin nods toward the gate. “Shall we?”
“I think we shall,” Sloane says sweetly as she heads toward the gate, following behind Devin.
Devin steps up to the gate agent and scans his ticket. He steps off to the side and waits for us, which grates on my nerves. We’re not a threesome; move the fuck on.
I scan our boarding passes on my phone and then take Sloane’s hand in mine, marking my territory as we head down the jet bridge.
“Remember that party we went to at the football house our senior year?” Devin asks as he walks in front of us, turning just enough so he is able to engage in conversation.
“Yes.” Sloane chuckles. “That was a good night.”
“A really good one,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
The fuck? Do that again, motherfucker, and I’ll rip your goddamn eyebrows right off your forehead.
“Are you guys heading back to economy?”
Heat rips through my body as I answer, “First class.”
“Nice.” He nods. “Me too. I’m guessing you got the middle pods together.”
“We did,” I answer as we move toward the front of the plane.
“Well, I’m right here,” Devin says, finding his seat that’s right across the aisle from ours. “If you want to come hang out, you know where to find me.”
Yeah, over my dead body.
“Maybe I’ll pop on over,” Sloane says. “Have a good flight.”
