Page 87 of Calamity Rayne Gets Hitched

“Barrett’s Barrett,” Phina said, as if that was any sort of excuse. “He’s always been a womanizer. Your friend probably knows not to expect monogamy from him.”

I hooked my bra around my waist and twisted it so the cups were in the front. “He had his tongue down that woman’s throat!”

“It was just a kiss, Rayne.”

“Everyone knows kissing is a gateway drug.”

“I think you might be overreacting. Maybe you should talk to your friend.”

“Maybe I should punch your brother in the dick again.” Hitting him felt really good.

“Hold still.” She yanked the tape off my boobs.

“Mother fucker!” My hands flew to my chest.

Phina stepped back. “Don’t hit me.”

I growled. “So glad I had my nipples removed before the wedding. What the hell, Phina! You said those things wouldn’t hurt when they came off.”

“They usually don’t. You’re sweating. We’ll have to have the dress cleaned.”

“I’ll pay for it.” I stuffed my wounded tits into my ordinary cotton bra and winced. “Seriously, my nipples are on fire.”

“Maybe you should wait here until Barrett leaves.”

I shoved my arms into my shirt and coat, too angry to sit still. “Do you need anything from me? Credit card? A check?”

“Hale’s got it covered, but I need your measurements.” She glanced down at my wrinkled clothes and sighed. “We can get them tomorrow.”

“Great. Thanks for everything.”

Swinging my purse over my shoulder I marched through the store. As soon as Barrett spotted me he sprung out of a chair and followed.

“Meyers, wait up.”

I lifted my middle finger and kept walking.

“Rayne, please, I need to talk to you.”

“I have nothing to say to you, pig.”

Pushing through the doors I scanned for Marty. Shit, was I supposed to call him? I pulled out my phone but Barrett grabbed it.

“Are you texting Elle?”

I glared at him. “What if I was? Give me my phone back.”

“Don’t text her, Rayne. Please.”

“Oh, suddenly we’re friends? If you don’t give me back my phone I’m going to dick punch you again.”

“Please don’t.”

I held out my hand and he reluctantly placed the phone in my palm. “Thank you.” I texted Marty to let him know I was ready, then walked to the corner. “Go away, Barrett.”

“Look, I know you’re pissed, but I didn’t do anything wrong.”

I spun on my heels and faced him. “Are you kidding me? Ten minutes ago you were counting some chicks teeth with your tongue.”

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