Page 13 of The Revenge Bride

“Let me know what you decide.”

She puts her hands on her hips and laughs in a way that doesn’t sound like she found anything funny. “Me do all the work?”

Something tells me I’m about to step in shit, but I can’t help teasing, “Isn’t it your job to take care of all that kind of stuff and my job just to fuck you? I mean once you beg me nicely.”

Lucy presses her teeth together and hisses out her breath through them.

“I’m joking. You take care of all that and thenyoufuck me.”

“Dammit, Rhett…”

“Alright...let’s make a list of what has to be done, then divide and conquer.”

She shakes her head. “For our relationship to look genuine, we need to prepare for the wedding together. Let’s start by choosing flowers, then a cake. I’ll meet you here at four.”

After saying that and giving me no room to argue along with a withering glance, Lucy breezes out of the shop.

While I prepare my station, I think of the kiss. While I greet the client, I think about living together with her under one roof.

I’m still stuck on that thought long after the client has gone and I’m tidying up my station.

The shop door opens, and I look over, telling myself it’s not eagerness I feel. Or hope that the visitor is Lucy.

It’s not. My friend Key walks in. He mimes downing a cold one. “You done for the day? Want to grab a beer?”

“Can’t. I’m supposed to meet with Lucy to pick out flowers and a wedding cake.”

“For whose wedding?”

“Mine.”

His mouth hangs open. “You’re getting married? Since when?”

“Since today.”

“I thought you hated her.”

There was never a whole lot of like in me for her. But hating Lucy? I thought I did. Could have sworn that’s what I felt, and it would never change. “Nah. I don’t hate her.”

Key says. “I listen to the station she DJs. I’ve always thought she was pretty.”

His comment irritates me. She is pretty but he shouldn’t be noticing her. “Aren’t you with Echo?”

“Hell no!” His shoulders shake with a shudder. “That woman is trouble.”

“I heard she kneed you in the nuts.”

Key’s hand drops to his crotch and a flash of remembered pain crosses his face. “Yeah. I was trying to deal with her because her brother asked me to help and that was the thanks I got.”

“Her brother’s name is Fury, right? The president of that motorcycle club?”

“Yeah. He’s a good guy. Not someone I’d want to cross, though.”

The door opens again and Lucy sweeps in. She spares Key a quick smile.

I hate that he smiles back in return. I hate that Lucy has changed into a pair of form-fitting shorts with lace around the hem. Her legs look so damn good. I hate that I think about them spreading open for me.

I hate that I have to move behind a chair to hide my growing boner.

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