Page 7 of Wright Kind of Trouble

“No harm done.”

“I suppose so. What are you drinking? I’ll buy,” she said with a wicked grin.

“It’s an open bar.”

“Exactly.”

I laughed. A real one. Not the one that came with my forced smile. “All right. It’s on you.”

She eyed me curiously for a second before saying, “You seem like a Malbec person.”

I startled. That was specific. “How’d you know?”

“You give off the vibe.”

“What sort of vibe is that?”

“Mysterious,” she said. “Dark fruit, smoky finish.” She turned to the bartender and ordered a glass of wine for me.

I raised my eyebrows. “And you? What are you drinking?”

“Pinot noir, of course.”

“Of course.”

“Silky, enticing, but structured,” she said, holding the glass aloft for me to look at.

But my eyes were all for her. The words coming out of her mouth sent me into that same tailspin spiral.

“I like a good pinot.”

She laughed. “You like whiskey.”

“I do,” I agreed. “How do you know so much about wine?”

“My mom’s Italian,” she quipped, as if that explained everything. And maybe it did.

I took my Malbec from the bartender, dropping a twenty into the tip jar, and moved off to the side with Harley.

“So, how do you know the bride?” she asked after taking a sip of her wine.

I’d completely forgotten where we were.

I didn’t know how she’d managed to make me forget. It was Annie’s wedding day. I’d been dreading it for months. Yet here I was, at the start of something new. I found that I didn’t want to tell Harley. I didn’t want the pity to cross her face when she found out.

“Old friends,” I said instead of the whole truth that had been on the tip of my tongue. “We went to high school together.”

“Nice. Annie seems really sweet.”

“And you?” I asked before we fell too far down that road. “How do you know the groom?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “He’s my brother.”

I wavered in place at that answer. Jordan Wright was…Harley’s brother. Which made her…Harley Wright.

The little sister of my enemy.

I should walk away right now. Walk away and never look back. Because Jordan would kill me if he knew I was into his sister. And yet I couldn’t find it in me to care.

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