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“Love making,” Raven agrees. “And look at you code-switching. You know you’ll have to explain code-switching to him.”

“I won’t have to explain shit because this will be over in a few days, but whatever. I have to change. They invited us over for a barbeque. Is that cool?”

Raven grabs the hem of my dress and lifts it as I swat at her hand. She drops it, and both she and Amira cackle at my lack of panties.

“Slut,” they both say at once.

Chapter 8

Colin

I barely got any resistance when I called the resort and said I needed cooking services. That’s one thing they offer, and a few minutes later, we have a menu and time for them to deliver the food. I did that after I told Malcolm off for mentioning my toxic ex around Honeybee. Now, he’s sulking in the corner by himself. Even Brody, with his infinite patience, is ignoring him.

By the time I shower, it’s been over an hour since Honeybee went home, and she’s still not back. I stick my head out the patio door, and the only one there is Malcolm.

“She’s not back,” he says. When I offer no response, he says, “You’re still being a bitch about it?”

“Fuck off. If you have a problem—” I stop talking when Ian comes outside. He frowns slightly when he sees Malcolm but doesn’t speak to him.

“When are the girls coming over?” he asks, and Malcolm stands at the question. He turns his head to Ian and narrows his eyes. Then he walks to him. I walk over to intercept if necessary.

“Why the hell do you care?” he asks Ian, who takes a step back at the question. “Does my sister know you’re here checking out women?”

I get between them and shove Malcolm before Ian can get his hands on him.

“Kayla never has to worry about that. I was hoping you’d be at the airport waiting for your flight to go home,” Ian says before he whispers, “No such luck, I guess.”

“What did you say?”

“I said I wish you’d leave because you’re ruining my fucking bachelor party.” Ian speaks loud and slow to make his point. “You’re a miserable fuck,” he adds for good measure.

“Come say that to my face,” Malcolm taunts and Ian goes around me to get to him, but I step between them again.

“I told you not to touch her,” Malcolm says.

“Mal, your sister is a grown woman. Let it go,” I say.

“Shetouchedme,” Ian says. “She came on to me, not the other way around. You know this because she told you. I’m through making nice. If you have a problem with me loving your sister and marrying her, too bad. I’m gonna marry her in less than two weeks, and you can’t do shit about it.”

Malcolm won’t take kindly to that, and if they start fighting, I’m going to need Brody to help me pull them apart. The last thing Ian needs is a black eye this close to his wedding day.

“Calm down,” I begin, but the girls walk through the gate at that moment, and all I can see is my Honeybee in a white one-piece bathing suit with a sheer white dress over it.

No longer caring about the feud between Malcolm and Ian, I go to greet the only person I’m happy to see. I lift her off her feet, and she kisses me.

“Have a seat,” I say to her friends. “I’ll mix some drinks, and lunch should be here soon.”

“Are you going to get twisted like a pretzel over her like you did with Esme?” Malcolm asks. “Probably not. She’s not your usual type.”

“What the hell is your problem?” Raven asks.

I’m not the least bit surprised she asked that. Raven, if nothing else, seems like a protector.

“My problem is that my best friend went behind my back and got with my sister.”

“So?” Raven asks. “Did he take advantage of her? If not, your sister made a choice, too, and she chose him. Get the fuck over it.”

“Mind your own damn business,” Malcolm growls.

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