Page 11 of Something Borrowed
“No. Why?” I refuse to panic. There’s no way Mac would do anything stupid. I’m positive. Stepping up to Freddie, I force him out of the room and pull the door closed behind us so we can’t be overheard.
“He said he was going to the bar to grab us both a drink and he never came back.”
“He’s probably at the bar, then.”
“You think I didn’t look there already? I can’t find him, B.” There’s a slight quiver to Freddie’s voice and it doesn’t calm me at all.
Blowing out a breath, I try to make a plan. He won’t be the first groom I’ve had to chase down on his wedding day. “Let me make an excuse with the girls and I’ll be back. We’ll find him.” I’m aware that I sound more confident than I feel.
Freddie
“I’ve already checked everywhere I can think of,” I complain as I follow Bryony in and out of every room in the hotel we can get into.
“He’s here somewhere. You just haven’t looked hard enough. Have you tried ringing him again?”
“Still voicemail.”
“What the fuck does he think he’s playing at?” she mutters to herself, spinning on the spot.
We’ve now got a small search party out looking for him, seeing as Bryony’s dad insisted and grabbed his brother to help as well.
I go back to the bar once again as Bryony goes to talk to the receptionist.
“Did you check the secret garden?”
“The what?” I ask. She walks up to me, grabs my arm, and drags me from the bar.
“The secret garden.”
She’s on a mission, expertly marching across the grass in her heels. I hang back a little and watch her ass sway back and forth. My cock swells as images of her begging for more fill my mind.
“Come on,” she barks, but the moment she looks back and finds me staring, her cheeks heat.
We both breathe large sighs of relief when we enter the secret garden and find my best friend sitting on one of the concrete benches lost in his own thoughts.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Bryony snaps, stepping straight up to him and slapping him across the head.
“Hey, what was that for?”
“What was that for? What the hell are you playing at, Mac?”
“Nothing, why?”
Tension radiates from Bryony, making me grateful I’m not on the wrong end of her temper right now. “Why? Because we’ve been running around the hotel like idiots for the past forty-five minutes looking for you, you dick.”
His brows crease with confusion. “Why?”
“Because this idiot thought you’d done a runner.” She flicks her eyes over to me.
“A runner? I ain’t that fucking brave. Tessa would have my balls. I just came out for some fresh air before the chaos kicks off.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal and Bryony fumes.
She opens her mouth to rip him a new one but she soon closes it again and turns her anger on me when I place my hand on her arm.
“What?” she snaps. Excitement zips through my veins. She’s hot when she’s worked up.
Our eyes lock and hold as we battle the connection between us.
“Okay…well, I’m going to…” Mac trails off, and I’m vaguely aware of him walking back towards the hotel.
