Page 66 of Conflict
For the first time tonight, he laughs. “Okay, fine. I won’t tell you. Now, why don’tyoutell me why you need me to act as your date this weekend. Isn’t a wedding the perfect place for you to meet someone? Why pretend to be attached?”
I groan. The truth is I’ve regretted asking Bryan to be my “date” ever since. At the same time, I’m nervous about seeing Shane again. I can’t be objective when it comes to him. I’m not actually sure why I want to be. The ball’s been in his court, yet I haven’t heard a word. So, if Bryan’s presence there makes him a bit jealous, I’m okay with that.
Okay, I’m hoping it makes him more than a bit jealous.
“I slept with one of the groomsmen last year, and I’m trying to make him jealous,” I blurt out, blaming the two glasses of wine I’ve had for my loose lips.
Bryan raises an eyebrow. “You mean to tell me that I’m just arm candy for you at your sister’s wedding?”
I grimace. “Is that okay?”
“We’ll just put it in the column of you owing me one.”
“Hey, any time you need a hot piece to make some dude jealous, you know where to find me.”
The way he says it makes it sound terrible and I have half a mind to tell him not to worry about it. But then Tom Hardy appears on the screen and I decide I’ll sleep on it. What’s the worst that could happen?
