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She stared at the window again, cocking her head to the side and doing a few mental calculations. It would be tight, but she could get through. Fuck that. Shewouldget through it.
Mind made up, she swiped a bottle of who-the-fuck-knows from the free alcohol basket and opened the window. She was halfway out before she realized just how high up the window was. At about five feet off the ground, the fall wouldn’t do much damage but had made the decision to go out of the window headfirst quite foolish.
Way to go, Thea.
She was just doing an awkward crawl-backward move to get back into her room when Justine’s radio crackled to life. The staticky sound cut through the initial panic buzzing in Thea’s ears.
“Hey Justine, they found the camera on the picnic table,” a man on the other end said. “You’re gonna have to file a damage report.”
“Just great,” she grumbled. “Wait. Are you set up out back of Thea’s RV?”
“Negative,” the man said. “I’m still set up at the pavilion.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Justine snarled, accompanied by a groan of frustration. “Do I have to do everything myself?”
Shit.
Thea had to get out of here now or spend the next stretch of eternity hunkered down in the RV. Spurred on by a blast of adrenaline, she grabbed her phone and then went feetfirst out the window and took off toward the one place everyone in the wedding avoided like the plague—the Stinkingwater River.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kade was pissed off at everything.
He was mad that he was in Wyoming instead of his house, spending some quality time with his laptop, plotting out his next book.
He was annoyed as fuck with the fact that he couldn’t get his mom’s advice out of his head.
Most of all, he was beyond furious that he smelled Thea’s perfume with every inhale, saw her out of the corner of his eye every time he turned around, and couldn’t escape from himself.
Pacing from one end of his RV to the other, he glared at Dex, who was scrolling on his phone, a surly expression on his pretty-boy face.
Good. If Kade was going to be abso-fucking-lutely miserable, then his baby brother could join him. After all, everything was Dex’s fault. If he hadn’t decided to get married for PR reasons to a woman who was such a pain in the ass she’d make her own diamonds if she had a piece of coal stuck up her ass, then Kade wouldn’t have met Thea. If he hadn’t met her, then he wouldn’t feel like he’d just repeatedly kidney-punched himself.
He glared at his brother. “This is your fault.”
Dex didn’t even bother to look up from his phone. “When has you being a super dickhead ever been my fault?”
“You invited Mom.” Yeah. His brother was the one human being that Kade had looked out for and taught how to throw a ball and had even run lines with the little shithead when Dex had been too nervous to ask anyone else, and he’d fucked Kade over like no one else ever had with that move.
“So what?” This time Dex did look up, no doubt so that Kade could better enjoy his oh-so-mature eye roll. “You’re the one acting like a twelve-year-old about it.”
Kade stopped himself, just barely, before he said something inane like “nuh-uh” or “I know you are.” He was too old for that shit, even if the only thing he could come up with in retort was, “You’re marrying for the wrong reasons.”
“Yeah, well that’s my choice to make, you prick,” Dex snapped back. “Why don’t you admit the real reason you’re so mad andwhoyou’re actually mad at?”
Kade stopped pacing at that and crossed his arms over his chest—the better to glare at the brother he’d mistakenly thought wasn’t a total dumb fuck. “I’m not ticked off with Thea.”
“No shit, numbnuts.” Dex dropped his phone on the couch cushion and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, his expression hard. “You’re mad at yourself for being a scared little bitch.”
There was a buzzing in Kade’s ear, so high-pitched and loud that it vibrated through his whole body as he took a step toward his brother. “You better watch your mouth.”
Dex stood up, straightening to his full height. “Or what?”
“There’s no stuntman here to swap places with, Hollywood,” Kade snarled, puffing up his chest as he stepped forward.
“Like I need one to beat your ass,” Dex scoffed before picking his phone up off the couch, flipping it around, and shoving it in Kade’s face.
Some self-preserving instinct was screaming at him not to look, but he did anyway. He knew Thea was going to be on the screen, and he could never stop himself from seeing her. It was a GIF someone had made off the live stream of Kade smiling at Thea with his whole soul—and she was returning it.
