Page 69 of The Worst Pucking Deal

My jaw becomes slack, and I gape at him. “That was you? You’re the reason she gave us this private room?”

He grins. “Bunny, you’re all over social media. The second I saw, I texted her and asked her to look after you.”

“You checked your socials?” I ask, arching my eyebrow. “But you never do that.”

He grins. “I do when I want to see what you’re up to.”

“Thank you,” Gail pipes up, grinning widely. “For getting us this room.”

It is sweet, but it’s also annoying. All I wanted was a night out with Gail, which he had no right hijacking. I know my annoyance is irrational, and I know he didn’t really do anything. It irks me all the same, though.

“Don’t mention it,” Sawyer says smoothly. “Once you’re done, there’s a car waiting outside and there is security waiting outside the doors to the room you’re in.”

I look at Gail, and she nods. “Yep. Saw the two beefy men when I went to the bathroom.”

“Sawyer,” I growl.

“Lucia,” he says, mimicking my tone.

“Gail,” my friend says, shrugging unapologetically when I shoot her a glare. “Hey now, don’t look at me like that, Luce. I’m starting to feel left out.”

I roll my eyes while Sawyer bursts out laughing. “Glad to know you approve, Gail.” He grins.

My friend comes over, standing right behind me and looks at the screen. “Just to be clear, I approve of the way you’re looking after Luce. I’m not sure I approve of you as a husband yet.”

Sawyer laughs harder. “Noted. I’ll do what I can to get your approval.”

“You should,” Gail says smugly. “My opinion is very important to Luce.”

The smile is wiped away from Sawyer’s face. “Speaking of approval, Gail. Don’t ever fucking ignore my wife again. If you do, I’ll make sure you never speak again.”

Instead of taking offense, Gail smiles sweetly. “Noted,” she says, echoing his sentiment. “By the way, you just got an extra point for being so protective.”

The two of them grin at each other like proud children who have outwitted each other. “Okay then. Now that you’re done setting the rules, I’m gonna go,” I deadpan.

“See you tomorrow, wife,” Sawyer rasps. Then he hangs up before I can say anything.

Ducking my head, I hide behind the curtain of my long red hair, taking my sweet time putting my phone away while Gail returns to her seat. I know I’m smiling, and I already know Gail’s noticed it which means she’s about to give me shit.

“Soooo,” she drawls, dragging the word out. “When exactly did you fall for Sawyer Perry?”

I scoff at her. “I didn’t. I’m just… just… it’s not what you think, Gail. He’s an ass and I’m a bitch. So if anything, I’m just making the best of a shitty situation.”

She sighs audibly. “Right. And I’ve never lied to a one-night-stand.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, sorry, buttercup. I thought we were spewing ridiculous lies. My bad.” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully. “But seriously, though. When did you fall for him?”

“I didn’t,” I growl. “He has a nice dick, and he knows how to use it. That’s it.”

She laces her fingers together and raises her arms above her head, lazily cupping the back of her head. “I thought we weren’t going to lie tonight,” she says, arching an eyebrow. When I stare uncomprehendingly at her, she smiles even wider. “Oh my gosh, you don’t even realize, do you? Well, well, well. This just got a lot more interesting.”

“Whatever,” I mumble, over this conversation.

Gail laughs. “Tell me about the wedding.”

Knowing what she wants to know, I explain my idea of wearing the engagement-looking ring at the interview to stir up rumors. “I don’t know what made him suggest it, only that the idea came from him. And then I had my cousin marry us, which was needed per the family rules.”

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