Page 28 of Make Me Want it Too

Macy nods but Margot has already turned, positioning herself between us, her attention fixed on me. “And who is your friend?” She touches my arm and licks her lips as she smiles up at me.

“Wade Woodall. Most everyone calls me Wood.”

“Wade.” She steps a little closer. “I’m Margot. Why haven’t I met you before?”

I’m just about to say, “I don’t know, girlfriend,” and bring her in for a nice-to-meet-you hug when Macy slides over, clutching my arm.

“He’s my boyfriend,” she says quickly.

The words make my heart stop for a beat before picking back up wildly.

Margot’s pale blue eyes go wide. “Oh! I—I didn’t know. I thought… I mean, Spencer?—”

“—and I broke up,” Macy says, tightening her grip on my arm.

I think that’s the cue. “It was so cool meeting you, Margot. We’ll be seeing you around.”

“All week,” she says with a smile.

With a nod, I rush Macy away from her, aiming toward Noah and Livvy.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“Who, Margot? Sure.” I guess. Lots of girls are pretty. Doesn’t make them special.

We’re about halfway to Noah and Livvy, to safety, when Macy stops abruptly, so quickly her heel wedges between the bricks and she almost tumbles forward. I catch her by the waist, and she leans on me as she frees her heel.

“Are you okay?”

She looks up at me and then past my shoulder, cheeks white.

I look over to where Spencer is standing by the French doors in navy blue, his scowl trained directly on us. My hand is still on Macy’s waist, and the urge to pull her in toward me is strong, cover her with my body so he can’t lay eyes on her. And—okay—to sort of rub it in his face that she’s here with me.

She’s not really here with you. It’s a ruse.

Fuck. I know that.

And then Walter, like a plump, petite angel of mercy, announces dinner is ready to be served and we should all go to the west lawn to take our seats.

Keeping my hand on her waist, I pull Macy in a little closer to my side as we walk past Spencer. “Just look straight ahead,” I whisper.

She does good, keeping her head up and eyes forward. But I can’t help myself. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. His face is tomato red, and as his eyes fall to where my hand is on her hip, I give it an extra squeeze, just for him.

We’re seated at the main table, Macy just to the right of Bex. Spencer is on the other side of Jake along with Jake’s two other groomsmen we haven’t met yet. Livvy and Noah are on my right, Livvy being one of Bex’s bridesmaids along with Margot at the end.

Thankfully, dinner is served right away. My stomach rumbles as the plate is set down—honey-glazed salmon, risotto, and roasted broccolini. I dig in right away, but Macy is sitting, staring at the plate, not eating. She pulls out her phone and hides it in her lap, her leg bouncing, doing something with it under the table.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, a broccolini speared on my fork.

She startles. “Just some math. I’ll be right back.” She grabs her purse and stands, her chair getting stuck in the grass.

I shoot up and get her chair for her. She says thanks, looking around. Other guests have noticed she’s standing now. Macy’s cheeks darken. I hate this. I just want to see her smiling.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to take care of my insulin,” she says.

Oh right. Duh. Fucking idiot, Wood. “I’ll come with you.”

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