Page 11 of Make Me Fool You

I come to, stretching and yawning, my eyes drinking in the sight of Bri hopping around on one foot trying to pull on a dress and heels at the same time.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to get dressed at the church?”

She makes a face at me. “Oh, hell no! I am spending as little time with my mother and sister as I possibly can. So I will get there dressed and ready to go, thank you very much!”

Both of us scramble around, bumping into each other. I want to say the hell with this wedding but I know that would just bring Bri’s mother’s wrath down on her head.

In less time than I would expect, Bri’s ready to head out the door and she’s stunning.

My breath catches and I can’t stop staring at her. She flushes and fiddles with the long satin tie on the empire waist of the evergreen dress. It brings out a subtle green light in her soft hazel eyes and I’m lost as soon as she lifts her gaze.

“Fuck, Bri. You’re stunning! You’re going to outshine the bride today.”

“Yeah, right,” she snorts. “Please don’t wish that on me. Mother would blame me for looking good just like she’d blame me for looking bad.”

I grasp her hand and lead her out the door. “Let’s go, princess. I want to get this over with so I can bring you home again and make love to you for the rest of the night.”

Her dark eyes sparkle with desire. “I think that sounds amazing and I really wish we didn’t have to go now!”

I laugh and settle her in my truck. “Soon enough, baby girl. Soon enough.”

The drive to the church is silent and the air feels electrified with a pulsing need that thrums just under the surface. It feels heavy and wanton.

When we arrive, her mother is waiting for us, her face red with fury. “What have you done, Brianna? I know that you’re at fault for all of this. There’s no way that your sister would have done something like this without your support!”

She reels back against the side of the truck. “What are you talking about? I haven’t talked to Trinity since yesterday.”

“Right,” her mother snarls. “Well, I’m sure you’re happy that the wedding is off!”

“What?!” Bri screams. “There’s no way. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”

“I’m sure. But your sister is furious and has called off the wedding at the last minute. We’ll never live this down. It’s a stain on our good family name.”

My eyebrows lift in shock. What the hell kind of mother is more worried about the damn family name than she is that her daughter is apparently very upset. No bride calls off the wedding just because.

Bri pats her mother’s arm but moves quickly away. “I’ll see what this is all about.”

I drift along behind her purposeful stride. That’s another thing I love about Bri. The woman doesn’t mess around. If there’s something that needs taken care of, she’ll get it done in a timely fashion. She’s not one to put off bad situations.

She picks up her skirts and starts running when we get inside the building and we can hear echoes of screaming and crying all around us. I can’t figure out where it’s coming from in the huge hall but Bri heads directly to the back.

“What the hell is going on?” she hollers as we come around the corner just in time to see Trinity haul off and slap her fiancé so hard that his head snaps back and there’s a large, glaring red handprint on his cheek.

His face gets a mulish set to it and he moves closer to Trinity which is the wrong move. Bri moves right in between the two of them. “Stop it!” She turns to her sister. “What on earth, Trinity?”

Tears streak down her cheeks and mascara drips under her eyes. “That snake in the grass was cheating on me.”

Bri sniffs. “You can’t be serious. Maybe you misunderstood something totally innocent.”

“No. I didn’t. I saw them together this morning when he was supposed to be getting ready. He was ready all right,” she snorts and then sobs quietly behind her hand.

Bri turns to stare at the man. “Cameron? Do you have something to say?”

His cold blue eyes turn to me and he sneers. “I knew you saw me but I never thought you’d sell me out.”

Bri’s head whips around. “What the hell are you talking about?”

My heart sinks when I see the wide-eyed fury taking over the warmth in her hazel gaze. “It’s not what you think, Bri. I did see him last night kissing another woman but I didn’t know what was going on and I didn’t really get a chance to talk to you about it.”

---