Page 4 of Dragon's Honor

“That’s in a couple of months, isn’t it?”

“Yep. That’s why I’m back in Miami with my maid of honor, to help me plan the event of the year.”

“Please tell me you’re asking Genevieve to be your maid of honor.”

Olivia frowned. “You don’t want to be my maid of honor?”

Finley sighed. “Liv, I’m ill-equipped to be your maid of honor. I can’t plan a bachelorette party or…”

“I don’t need you for that. Genevieve can handle the logistics. I need you to be my rock. I’m nervous. After what I watched our father and my mother go through, I never thought I’d get married at all. Ugh. Seems dreadful. But if my parents felt anything like I do, they would’ve made it work.”

Finley crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. “You never told me you didn’t want to get married.”

“We don’t talk about the future much or what we want.”

Finley’s gaze flitted from her sister’s. She didn’t like the future. She didn’t know what her future held. No one really did, but it bothered her. It was easier to anticipate disappointments and pain if she knew they were coming.

Finley wanted a subject change. “We’re barely through half our first drinks. Shouldn’t we be four drinks in to have this conversation?”

Olivia’s eyes light up. “You’re right. We should dance. And we should find a guy to take you home for the night.”

Finley made a face. “Why?”

“When was the last time you let loose and had some fun with a guy?”

She grabbed Olivia’s hand, in desperate need of another subject change. “Let’s dance.”

* * *

An hour before last call,Finley opted to sit a dance out. She was exhausted and Olivia kept throwing guy after guy at her to dance with. Finley liked men, but she could never seem to connect to one. Guys danced with her either to rub up against or they were using her trying to get to her sister.

Finley despised her high sex drive. Was it really too much to ask for a guy she actually liked to want her too? Sure, she could just go out and have sex. There was always someone willing, but she wanted more. She wanted a connection. She wanted a guy to like her, need her, want her.

She’d seen the way Zac looked at Olivia. The way her father used to look at her mother, and then at Olivia’s mother. He didn’t look at anyone that way anymore.

A server brought a round of bottled waters.

Finley took a long, satisfying drink.

A deep, rough voice brought her gaze up and around. “That’s an interesting bracelet.”

The man was gorgeous. A tight black shirt stretched over broad shoulders, muscled arms, and taut abs. His jeans were tight over his thick thighs, but not skinny jeans—they flared over his boots. Soft curls of black hair that was just a little on the shaggy side, like he hadn’t had time to get to the barber. He had a strong, square jaw line and a well kempt beard.

But it was his eyes that gave her pause. The green, sharp, penetrating gaze was unnerving.

Finley swallowed, her throat dry and clamping down. “I, uh, my sister gave it to me.”

The beast of a man sat down in Olivia’s chair. She still had to look up to meet his eyes. “Where’d she pick it up?”

“Brazil.”

What was with this guy? He was asking about her jewelry, but he certainly wasn’t looking at it.

“Did you make any modifications to it?”

She glanced down at the piece on her wrist. It hadn’t changed since it went from a man’s cuff to the dainty bracelet she had on now. “I didn’t do anything to it.”

He leaned forward. “I bet you did.” He scooted forward. “Who do you belong to?”

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