Page 44 of Seven Year Itch
I smile stiffly at Cozy as she walks out onto the dance floor with Max. She gives me a sympathetic smile as she threads her hands around Max’s neck.
With a devious grin, Everly puts my hand inside Calder’s. “You two go ahead and get started. I need to go track down Ethan! He’s probably over by the cake.”
I fight the urge to yank my hand away from Calder’s big paw.I don’t want to look like a petulant child as all eyes focus on us. Wyatt is with his bride, Max with Cozy, Luke with Addison, and Johanna is sitting at a table feeding Stevie a bottle and smiling at all the happy couples on the dance floor.
This is so embarrassing.
Calder laughs and jerks me in close, causing me to fall into him as our bodies press together. His breath is warm on the shell of my ear as his other palm snakes around my waist. “Now is your chance to run, Ace. I’m getting my cooties all over you again.”
The chill that runs up my spine at the warmth of his body next to me is unnerving, but I give a surrendering exhale and allow myself to embrace the man who drives me crazy and put on a show for the sake of the happy wedding. “Just try not to pet my head again, cat daddy.”
His chest vibrates against mine as he laughs and moves me around the dance floor with more grace than I would have given this meathead credit for.
After a moment of awkward silence, he asks, “Was today hard?”
“What do you mean?” I pull back so I can look up at him for explanation. His green eyes smolder and make my stomach flip, so I quickly move in close again to look over his shoulder.
“Watching them get married today,” he murmurs into my ear. “Did it remind you of your wedding?”
I frown at that pointed question. “No.”
He pulls back to look at me, his silence speaking volumes.
“My wedding was nothing like this.”
He nods and resumes our dance. “What was your wedding like? Your contractor’s invitation must have got lost in the mail.”
I roll my eyes up to the starry sky. “You wouldn’t have come anyways.”
“Sure, I would have.”
“Oh really?” I quirk a brow up at him.
“Yes,” he replies with a sexy smirk. “Weddings are a great place to meet chicks.”
“Jesus.” I shake my head and laugh. “Always on the prowl. I should tell Trista you’re more of a tomcat than a rottweiler.”
“Definitely,” he hums in my ear, and the shiver that runs down my spine has to be obvious to him.
Silence descends for a moment, and I lick my lips, fighting the weird sensation humming in my veins. Being in this man’s arms should be giving me hives, and yet, I feel good. Which is so nuts because I lashed out at him viciously this morning. Seriously, you can tell my period is coming because I was feral.
But right now... I don’t hate being pressed up against him. Not that thatmeansanything. It’s just because Calder isn’t disgusting to look at and it’s pleasant to be held by a non-disgusting man after going so long without.
Objectively, all four Fletcher brothers are handsome in their own ways, so I could feel the same if any of one of them were dancing with me.
Though admittedly, Calder is the most striking of the four. Sharp chiseled facial features, narrow striking eyes that pierce right through you, and a body that could put fitness trainers to shame. And his musk... it’s shamefully growing on me.
It’s a damn shame all that beauty is wasted on such an obnoxious personality.
“So... what was your wedding like?” Calder asks, resuming his earlier inquiry.
“Messy.” I reply honestly.
He looks down at me with a frown.
“Randal got into it with some drunk guy at the bar a couple days before our wedding, so he was all banged up.”
“Really?” Calder huffs, his brows furrowed.
