Page 33 of Things We Hide from the Light
He cleared his throat. “Something I wanna ask you, and I don’t want you makin’ a big fuckin’ deal out of it.”
“I’m intrigued.”
“I want you to be a groomsman or whatever.”
I blinked. “Me?” Except for my aunt Shirley’s wedding to my aunt Janey—I’d rocked my role as an eight-year-old rainbow glitter fairy—I’d never been part of a bridal party. I’d never been close enough to anyone to be asked.
“Naomi’s askin’ Sloane, Stef, Fi, and Way. I’ve got Nash, Luce, and Jer. At least I will once I tell them. And you.”
Nash. Just the mention of his brother’s name had me spiraling further into bitchiness. But the bitchiness was tempered by a bright glow in my chest. “Do you want me to wear a tux?”
“I don’t care if you wear beer-stained sweats. Though I’m sure Daisy’ll have some opinions. Just be there.” He took a pull of his beer. “And don’t let me fuck it all up.”
I grinned. “I’d be honored to be your groomsman…person?”
“Naomi’s calling you a groomsgal, but I’m not saying that shit in public. Stef’s a bridesman and I am sayin’ that.”
We both smirked into the dusk as it settled over the yard.
“Thanks for asking,” I said finally. “Even though you didn’t ask.”
“If you tell people what you want instead of askin’ them for it, you’re more likely to get what you want,” he said.
“Knox the domesticated philosopher.”
“Shut up or I’ll make you wear tangerine taffeta.”
“I’m amazed you know either one of those words.”
“Wedding’s in three weeks. I’m learning all the words.”
“Threeweeks?”
His grin was lazy. “Feel like I’ve been waiting for Daze and Way my entire life. I’d go to the courthouse tonight if I could talk them into it.”
“Well, if I’m not still in town by then, I’ll come back for it,” I promised.
He nodded. “Fair warning. There’s gonna be a shit ton of hugging.”
I grimaced. “I’m out.”
Physical affection ranked somewhere between being on hold with the cable company and getting a root canal. There had been a time in my life when my body had belonged more tomedical staff than to myself. Since then, I preferred to avoid all surprise touching unless I was the one instigating it. Which only made my reaction to He Who Shall Not Be Named all the more confusing.
“Already got a solution,” he said. “I’m puttin’not a huggerafter your name in the program.”
I was still laughing when headlights cut through the trees that lined the lane. Nash’s pickup truck, a blue Nissan, pulled into the drive next to my car.
Temper sparked over my skin along with the concern that he’d push the line of questioning on the whole investigator situation. I didn’t need him spreading that around.
“I didn’t know he was coming,” I said.
Knox gave me the side-eye. “Got a problem with my brother?”
“Yeah, actually, I do. You have a problem with me having a problem?”
His lips quirked. “Nope. ’Bout time someone else gets pissed at him besides me. Just don’t let it fuck with the wedding or that’ll upset Naomi. And no one upsets Naomi besides me.”
The dogs enthusiastically swarmed the vehicle.
