Page 130 of Insta Bride

“Well, thank you. If it was about sending me a message, I got it.”

“My girl tells me you want payback?” He leaned back and gave off the full rockstar experience to the waitress. Ordering a round of coffees and enough food for a football team, Xavier posed for selfies and agreed to tag the waitress on their main band page, tomorrow.

“Sweetheart, I’m here on a secret mission,” he whispered, holding her hand without Sydney batting an eye. “I want you to pretend I was never here until tomorrow. Then, I promise my girl will tag you and her brother might even have VIP tickets to his nightclub.”

“Which one?” Not that I thought the girl cared.

“CandyShop,” Neve said. “He has a small stake in it with his friend, Ibby Mercia.”

“No way! You know The Ronan?”

“He’s my brother. Annoying as hell, but he’ll have tickets waiting for you tomorrow if you can keep our secret until then.”

“And you’re Kye Branson’s girlfriend?” The waitress finally noticed me.

“Wife, and we are planning a surprise for him. Can I trust you to keep our secret? No telling the other staff—after all, I’m supposed to be trapped upstairs getting ready.”

“Sure, sure, whatever you want.”

“Did you speak to the guys?” Sydney twisted to ask Xavier.

“You know Jax. He’ll give his answer in his own sweet time.”

Before Sydney could answer, the sexiest blonde haired, buff man, other than my husband, sauntered into the coffee shop. All conversation stopped as a combination of all Hemsworth brothers slung his leather jacket across the empty chair before smacking his lips against Sydney’s. Oblivious to her boyfriend still sharing her seat.

“OMG. Did that just happen?” I needed the air conditioning ramped up. Sitting at a table with two of the sexiest rockstar’s I could imagine? Kye would never believe me.

Why was my first thought always for Kye?

“Jax,” Sydney kissed him again before releasing him to his own chair. “We said, no PDAs.”

“And I told Xav I’m sick of taking second best.”

“You’ll never be second best,” Xav joked, not even worried as his girlfriend wiped another man’s kiss from her lips. “There’s at least four others in line ahead of you.”

“Xav, stop it.” Sydney stroked Xavier’s chest with one hand, but I could see her other grabbing Jax’ knee under the table. I could see, but others couldn’t. “We have a complicated love story, which is why I understand yours.”

“So, you’re Kye’s missus?” Jax asked, drinking me in. Holy crap. He could melt panties with a stare.

“Elena, nice to meet you.” My voice wasn’t my own. “I’m hoping you can help me out tonight?”

“What’s in it for me?” Jax asked me, but looked to Sydney.

“I don’t kick you out of bed tonight?”

“And Xav?”

“My bed is wherever Xavier is.” Sydney stared him down, until he nodded.

“Tell me what you need,” Sydney said. So, I did.

I snuck upstairs and made it to my room with minutes to spare. Bree sauntered in ahead of two stylists. Each pushing a trolley of gowns. The first had pastels and glamour. The second held nothing but white.

“How’s my favorite bride doing?” Bree asked, checking her own reflection in the mirror and not giving a damn about my response.

“What’s this?” The answer seemed obvious, but I might as well go through the motions. “One for all of us?”

“Make your choice, you lucky girl. You were going to get a choice of which gown to borrow for the night, but we’ve convinced the sponsor to let you keep it.”

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