Page 123 of My Sweet Poison
“I did you a favor.”
“I know.”
“You could almost say you owe me one.”
I shot him a dirty look.
Undeterred, he continued. “In fact, someone might go so far as to say I was being atrue friend.”
“It was a blow job not a bullet.”
Madison and Hailey hugged again. The impact knocked Hailey back a step and she tripped over her long gown. Greyson, who had been watching her closely, launched forward to catch her.
She cast him a shy smile as he kissed the top of her head. His hand lingered, caressing her back for a moment, before he returned to stand by me.
I raised an eyebrow. “So it’s like that?”
He crossed his arms again. “Shut up.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I’m just saying…I never thought…”
He nodded toward Madison. “You’re one to talk.”
“She’s part of the plan.”
“So it’s part of the plan to watch her like she’s your last meal?”
I tilted my head to the side as my gaze traveled over Madison. Fuck, she looked stunning. It had been a chaotic two days to say nothing of the last few weeks. She was standing there in a borrowed dress ready to take part in a shotgun wedding and she was still easily the most beautiful woman in the room. I sighed. “No. You’re right. Nothing about her was part of the plan.”
Both women laughed.
It was such a pure sound. I’d never get tired of hearing it.
“So it’s like that,” he said.
“It’s like that.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“If she’s anything like Hailey, she is precisely what you deserved.”
As if on cue, Hailey turned toward us.
The laughter stopped.
She lowered her head and gathered her skirt in her hands like a bull ready to charge. “You entitled piece of shit, twatwaffle, asshat, dumbass, twatwaffle…” Sweeping her arm out she snatched one of a pair of Murano glass bowls from a side table and raised it over her head as she stormed toward me.
Greyson swooped in. Arm around her waist, he wrenched the priceless piece of art from her hand. “I forgot to warn you. She likes to throw shit.” He pressed Hailey closer to his front as he nuzzled her ear. “You said twatwaffle twice, sweetheart.”
“He deserves it. How dare you!”
I glanced at Madison who stood behind her friend. “I know.”
“How dare you fuck with my friend’s life and now you’re using her as fucking bait? How dare you!”
“I know.”
