Page 6 of Something Borrowed
“Freddie, you out here, man?” The sound of my brother’s voice fills the air around us and just proves the point I was trying to make.
“Oh, hey.” His eyes flick between the two of us. I can only imagine what he’s thinking. “Is everything okay?” he asks skeptically.
“Of course. We’re just catching up, reminiscing about old times. Right, Bry?”
Clearing my throat, I pray to God I don’t look as guilty as I feel. “Right.”
“Okay, well, everyone’s headed to their rooms for an early night and I wondered if you wanted a pint?” Mac asks, looking at Freddie.
“I should go. I’ve got stuff to…” I trail off, not really having a solid excuse. I just need to get away from Freddie and Mac’s assessing eyes as my brother glances between the two of us.
Freddie
Ican’t drag my eyes from her as she walks away from us. But not before she bends down to collect the rose she dropped when I kissed her. Biting down on my bottom lip, I remember the electricity that sparked in my body when my lips touched hers.
It is exactly the same as I remember. Our incredible connection is still there after all these years. Mac’s stare is burning into the side of my head, but I can’t find it in myself to care as her ass sways seductively before she disappears inside the building.
“Everything okay?” he asks curiously.
“Uh…yeah,” I stutter after clearing my throat.
“Is there anything you need to tell me?”
“What? No. Shall we go and get that pint you mentioned?”
He stares at me with narrowed eyes for a few more seconds before nodding and heading back the way he came. Blowing out a breath, I try to get my head together before falling into step behind him. Now would probably be the perfect time to tell him how I feel about his sister. But knowing it’s his big day tomorrow, the words don’t pass my lips.
“To you and your soon-to-be-bride,” I say, lifting my glass to his.
“Shit. I can’t believe I’m getting fucking married tomorrow, dude.”
“Tell me about it. You make me feel inadequate.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re doing good, right? I thought you said dumping Jenna was the right thing to do?”
“That was definitely the right thing to do. No, it’s not her. It’s…it’s nothing. Ignore me. We should be getting you ready for a lifetime of happiness.”
Mac doesn’t look too pleased about me swerving his question, but he really doesn’t need to hear my issues right now. “God, I hope Tessa returns to normal after tomorrow.”
“I’m sure you can fuck some sense into her on your honeymoon.”
“I should fucking hope so. I haven’t dropped that much cash on two weeks on a Caribbean island for nothing.”
“If you’re really unlucky, she’ll move straight on to planning kids.” His face pales and I can’t help but chuckle.
“One thing at a time, yeah?”
“I’m just saying,” I say with a shrug. “She’s probably already got it planned.”
“Fucking hell.”
“You want kids, right?”
“Yeah, I guess. One day. I’d rather not start tomorrow night, though.”
“I don’t know, it might be the perfect night.”
Mac stares at me like I’ve grown a second head.
