Page 32 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

Ten

Savannah

It’s been almost a week since my date with Brent, and I’ve dodged Liam all week. Eventually I’ll have to meet with him about the charity auction, spend time alone with him. I’m not sure I can control myself. I can’t shake the feeling of having him pressed against me in the kitchen, and my mind has wandered with daydreams of what would’ve happened if Denver hadn’t interrupted us.

The excuse of Brooklyn and Wyatt’s reception helped, but after tonight, I’ll have to figure out how to turn off this attraction I have to him. The flirtatiousness between us has gone on long enough and seems to be turning into something caustic. Our biting words always felt like some kind of fucked up foreplay. But lately, everything feels more serious and more destructive.

Phoenix walks up as I arrange the presents on the table so they don’t topple over. “Sav, you have to do something about this deejay.”

“What?” I say over the music.

“The tracks he’s playing are horrible, and the way he goes in and out of songs is choppy.”

I shrug. “The deejay wasn’t my department.”

I pick up a big box. My guess is a blender from the shape and weight of it.

“Brooklyn and Wyatt are too busy talking, but look.” Phoenix swivels me around by my shoulders. “No one is on the dance floor.”

Phoenix is right. No one’s on the makeshift dance floor under the twinkle lights I helped hang. Dinner is over. This is when guests should be enjoying themselves.

“Fine. I’ll say something as soon as I finish this.”

“I’ll finish.” Phoenix takes the box from me. “The deejay is a 9-1-1 level catastrophe, Sav.” She lightly pushes me toward the dance floor.

I make it halfway across the floor and exhale a deep breath when Dori stops me. “The deejay has nothing prepared. He said he only has the songs Brooklyn okay’d. I told him I wanted to do the chicken dance and he said that the bride said no. I told him my granddaughter wouldn’t say no because she knows I love that song.”

I bet Brooklyn did indeed tell the deejay no chicken dance. At Austin’s wedding, Dori wiggled her ass down into a crouched position and it took all four Bailey brothers to get her back up.

“I’ll talk to him. Go have fun with your friends.”

She walks away.

I only get a little farther when Calista runs up to me. “‘Baby Shark’! Deejay no.” She shakes her head.

I bend down to her level. She’s turning into the spitting image of Rome and Denver. “I’ll talk to him.”

She hugs me, and I hold her close. “Thank you, Auntie.”

“You’re welcome.”

She twirls away from me, and I follow her until I see Dori stopping her before she can escape the dance floor.

“Sav?” Juno comes up to me, and I raise my hand.

“I’m talking to the deejay. Relax.”

“What?” She sips her champagne. My guess is she’s had about five glasses already. The woman loves champagne. “I was going to ask about Brent. He called me to say he’s tried to reach you several times, but you haven’t returned his calls or texts.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure about him.”

“Why? He said he really enjoyed the date and has been hoping to do it again.” She follows me to the deejay.

I really don’t want to talk about this right now. Especially with Liam showing up today in a perfectly fitted suit. It only serves as a reminder of us from Austin’s wedding a few weeks ago. The way the jacket slipped off his strong shoulders and onto his bedroom floor. How his hands cupped my face when he bent to kiss me.

“Can we talk about it later?” I ask.

“No. I want to talk about it now.”

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