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Maybe his grandfather stored his luggage in the basement. I performed the same searches I did in the previous bedrooms. There were a couple of distinct differences between this room and the others. The masculine cherry wood wardrobe closet to my right was one. And the dark walls was the other. Was this Tate and Mason’s room? I hurled across the room, swinging the wardrobe doors open. I gaped and my chest heaved. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. A chill shot up my spine as I stared at the duffel. The same duffel I retrieved a shirt from at the lake house. Tremors over took my body. I slowly unzipped the bag. All of his personal items were inside. I grabbed a T-shirt out of the bag and buried my face in the soft cotton material. His scent embodied the T-shirt. Popping back to reality, I checked my surroundings. I couldn’t risk Mason finding me in the room he and his brother shared. Quickly, I zipped the bag and closed the doors. I slipped the T-shirt under my blouse and scurried out of the room.Before joining the family for lunch, I stored Tate’s T-shirt in my suitcase.

I tried pushing down the joy I felt, but no such luck.

Mason clutched my shoulder. “You’re chipper, babe.”

Fuck, I wanted to throat punch the asshole.

“I’m happy you cheered up. Melissa and I were ready to call off the wedding.”

I wish mom wouldn’t have mentioned my cold feet.

Mason gruffly rubbed his face. “What happened?”

My smile rose and fell. “Just a little teary eyed. We’re getting married tomorrow. Everything is ok now.”

Not one person at the table took their eyes off of me.

I caressed Mason’s face, staring into his blue eyes. “I am marrying the boy who stole my heart when we were kids.” Pain shot through my body probably because of the bald-faced lie.

He crushed my lips, I hated returning the kiss, but I had to play the game.

The second I returned to my room; I’d wash off my lips.

I scanned the blushed faces at the table. “I need a nap before tonight’s big party. Please excuse me?”

“I’ll walk you to your room.” Mason stood.

Luckily, I hid Tate’s shirt in my bag. I almost placed it under my pillow.

The second we were through the door; I curled my legs into my stomach on the bed. “Show’s over, you can go now.”

He locked the door and sat beside me.

“Fuck off.”

“How about you show me how well you can roll those hips while riding my cock,” he whispered in my ear.

“Get the fuck away from me.” I shoved my palms into his chest. Did he really think I was warming up to him? Hell no.

He snickered. “Tomorrow you’ll submit and perform your wifely duties.” He rose to his full height.

I hopped out of the bed. “Oh, yeah? You bring your dick anywhere near me and I will cut it clean off.”

His eyes darkened. “You will do as you are told. If you step out of line again, lover boy will pay the price. I’ll break his arm. Better yet, he can rot forever.”

I palmed my mouth. “You’ve had your fun. Got your revenge, now leave us alone.”

“I will be content after we are married. The look on his face when I tell him you are my wife—he’ll never be the same.”

“Get out.” I pointed at the door.

He pressed his hand against my mouth. “Keep your voice down. Rest those pretty blue eyes. I will see youdownstairs in that pink dress I picked out for you.” He kissed my forehead, then walked out of the room.

I fell onto the bed, staring at the wall. Our plan had to work tonight. If Tate wasn’t in the basement, I was screwed.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOUtried to tie the knot without telling us.” Megan shook her head.

We were swallowed by the room full of guests that surrounded us in the monstrous ballroom.

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