Page 3 of The Revenge Bride

Rhett

My history with Lucy taught me to mind my own business and go about my day. But I can’t take it anymore. She’s standing there getting her heart stomped on. Fuck that.

After I hear him inviting the curvy beauty to his upcoming wedding, I’m on the move. I reach her as her ex says she won’t have a plus one.

The urge to protect her heart overshadows my misgivings and I drop my arm across Lucy’s shoulders. She lets go of a bottle of syrup and looks at me. Hurt. Blindsided. Angry.

I get Lucy’s pain because I’ve been there. Cut with pieces of a broken heart.

“You’re…together?” Clyde’s girlfriend asks. Her name starts with a T or something like that. I can never remember and don’t care to. She’s annoying as fuck and used to come onto me, dropping not-so-subtle hints about what she’d like to do if she got me alone.

I ignore side piece and look Clyde in the eye. “Yeah. Lucy and I are getting married.” I don’t know where that came from.

His mouth pops open, throat bobbing as he swallows. That’s what I thought. He’s talking shit when in truth, he hates that he got caught and lost her.

“Are you…really?” His eyes are desperate. Silently begging Lucy to deny it.

What an asshole. Acting like he doesn’t want her but not wanting her with anyone else either.

She smiles, leaning into me. Heat races through my body, surprising me.

“We are. Soon, too.” Lucy keeps her smile wide though I can see the strain of this encounter around her eyes.

T something twists the diamond around on her finger, her mouth puckering as she blinks at me. “Well…I never figured you for a rebound kind of person.”

“Rebound? I’m not her rebound.” I make myself gaze lovingly down at the woman I’m holding.Lucy Richmond. Pain in my ass. Annoying as hell. Her face and body stuck in my brain since the day I met her.

“I’ve been chasing this woman since I was sixteen,” I lie. “Now that she’s mine, I’m never letting go. Speaking of…ready sweetheart? I promised you breakfast.”

Jumping into the act wholeheartedly, Lucy scrunches her nose and nods. “You did but it’s the after-breakfast dish I’minterested in.” She giggles loudly and puts a hand on my chest. My heart kicks into high gear and my cock perks up.

We turn as one like we’re lost in our own little world. She sticks to me, our sides bumping gently as we walk.

“Are they watching us?”

“I don’t know. Don’t look back. Let’s check out and leave.” I hope her ex is watching us walk away. He’s getting a taste of the consequences of his actions, and I hope it’s bitter as hell.

At the register, Lucy plops her stuff down on the conveyor belt with mine. I’m not finished shopping, but I want to get her out of here and away from the idiot she never should have dated to start with.

Anyone can tell that guy is a loser. He deserved my fist to his eye the day of the engagement party. I don’t know why he didn’t recognize me. I can always reintroduce him to my fist. That’s what I feel like doing after the way he was speaking to Lucy.

Once we get our stuff bagged, Lucy says, “Head to my car.”

I follow along, guessing that her reasoning is it wouldn’t make sense for us to be seen leaving in separate vehicles.

Once we’re in her old Mustang and on the way, she’s quiet for about five minutes, then says, “What the hell just happened?”

“I saved you from that asshole,” I offer helpfully, trying not to pay attention to the way her tits are framed by her shirt. My gaze keeps getting yanked back there like my eyes are on a string.

“Saved me? You helped me avoid getting arrested, but I wouldn’t say you saved me.”

I wave my hand like it doesn’t matter because it doesn’t. I did her a good deed regardless of how she sees it and now we’ll go our separate ways.

“Just let me out at Bear’s diner and I’ll get Ernest to give me a ride later to get my Jeep.”

“Let you out?” She shakes her head. “We have plans to make.”

“Plans? What plans?”

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