Page 33 of Ambrosia Kisses
"I'm never fucking getting married," Tryst mutters.
"Why the fuck not? It's great," Braxton protests.
"Not interested." Tryst shrugs, trying to play it off, but he can't hide the flash of longing in his eyes.
Oliver sees it too and meets my gaze.
I just shrug in response. There's no fucking way I'm getting in the middle of Trystan's situation. If Wyatt doesn't kill him for falling for his sister, Chloe might do it herself. She's a little savage. I think she's wild about Tryst, though. He's the only one who has ever been able to talk sense into her.
"Speaking of weddings…" Gabe smirks at me. "Want to tell the table what you and Paisley were doing on the side of the road yesterday?"
All eyes turn to me.
I narrow mine on my cousin. "She had a flat."
"Oh, it definitely looked like she had something," he says with a chuckle. "I'm not sure I'd call it flat, though. It seemed more…phallic."
Oh, he's an asshole.
"You were fucking on the side of the road?" Tryst asks.
"Jesus Christ." I scowl at Gabe. "No. We weren't fucking on the side of the road."
"They were definitely fucking behind the winery this morning," Jax mutters. "Haven and I could hear them from the front desk."
"That was you?" Tryst turns wide eyes on me. "Jesus. I thought a fucking bull got onto the property."
My brother and cousins all crack up.
I close my eyes and count to three. It doesn't help. Why did my parents and uncles have to have so fucking many kids? They're all nosy as hell.
"When is Jareth getting back from Tennessee?" I ask. At least he's normal. He doesn't annoy the hell out of me.
"Two weeks. They decided to spend a few weeks with Zoya's family since Nadia and Teo are there with the baby," Bastian says.
"Hey!" Lucy waddles up to the table with her hands on her hips. "Why are we dancing alone?"
"Uh, because we didn't sign up for this torture tradition of yours?" Tryst retorts, one brow arched.
Oliver smacks him across the back of the head. "You want me to dance with you, baby girl?"
"Yes."
"Then let's dance." He grins at his wife, nudging Bastian to let him up.
She beams at him, all sunshine and happiness, so fucking easy to please. My gaze drifts back to the dance floor, where Paisleyis still shimmying with my cousins. She never asked me to dance with her…
I scoot my chair back, the legs grinding against the hardwood floor. "I'm going to dance with Paisley."
Everyone looks at me like I just announced that I plan to rob a bank or something. Jesus. Is it that weird to dance with your girl?
"If by dancing, you mean fucking in the bathroom, I will kill you," Tryst says cheerfully. "I do not need to hear that again."
I scratch the side of my eye with my middle finger, leaving a trail of laughter in my wake as I turn to stride onto the dance floor.
Paisley doesn't see me coming, so I sidle up behind her and wrap an arm around her waist, yanking her back against me.
She whips her head around, blinking up at me. "Oh." Surprise melts into a bright smile. "It's you."
