Page 2 of Til Death Do Us Part

“Hey, Camilla.” I gave her a friendly hug as I eyed her friend. Now that she was only a couple of feet away, I was more drawn to her if that was possible. She smelled like a beautiful bouquet.

“Leo, this is my best friend, Everly.” Camilla smiled sweetly at her friend. “I can’t believe this is the first time we’re all in the same room together.”

“Hi,” I croaked out and had to clear my throat. “I’m Leo.” I went in for a handshake, but I guess Everly was a hugger. She wrapped her arms around me, and I was in heaven with her lush body pressed to mine and her sweet floral scent taking over my senses. I swore I heard her take in a deep breath and then let out a contented sigh before she released me and stepped back.

“Are you ready to check in?” Jordan wrapped one arm around my shoulders and the other around Camilla. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to have some fun. This wedding planning business is hard work.”

We followed behind the happy couple over to the check-in desk and moved off to the side when Jordan commandeered the desk by splaying his arms over the top. He rested his chin on top and grinned at the redhead, who blushed with each word he spoke.

Camilla rolled her eyes and turned to us. “Don’t listen to him. I did all the work while he sat back and drank.”

“I’m sure it will be beautiful,” Everly said quietly. Her voice was raspy and hella sexy, making me overcome with the need to hear it when she cried out my name as I slammed into her from behind.

Fanning three envelopes in his hand, Jordan grinned at us. “I got our rooms upgraded to suites for free.”

The temperature of the room changed in an instant as Camilla’s face turned a deep shade of red. I was surprised steam wasn’t rising from her ears as she glared at him. If Jordan didn’t do something soon, his fiancée was going to detonate.

Placing her hands on her hips and jutting out her chin, she asked. “How did you manage to do that?”

“Charm, baby. Charm,” he answered as he threw an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into the side of his body. “Nothing’s too good for my girl.”

“So, your flirting days before our wedding is how you contribute to our day?”

Everly’s eyes grew round as she took a step back from the happy couple. This wasn’t shocking to me. Jordan and Camilla fought all the damn time. The only thing that was notable in the whole experience was they wanted to get married. I thought by now they’d be broken up and moved onto other people.

“Guys don’t plan weddings,” Jordan said with annoyance clear in his tone.

“Whatever,” Camilla threw her hair over her shoulder and tried to plaster on a fake smile that was nowhere near successful. In fact, she looked downright miserable. “Now that we’re all together, what do you say we get a little pre-wedding tan by hanging out at the pool.”

Shooting his hand in the air, Jordan called out. “I’m game if drinking is involved.”

“Of course, you are,” Camilla said as she extricated herself from his arms and hooked her arm with her friend’s.

“I know I could use some relaxation time,” I added, trying to lighten the mood.

“I bet. I can’t imagine moving half-way across the world.” Jordan patted me on the back as we started for the elevator bank. “I’m excited you’re finally moving to the states and I’ll be able to see you more.”

Everly looked me up and down. The corners of her mouth tipped up when she asked. “Where are you from?”

“Sweden,” I answered, laying on my accent.

“Oh.” She drew out the word. “I detected the accent, but couldn’t place it. I’ve never met anyone from Sweden before, but I have to say you do fit the bill of tall, blond, and handsome.”

“God, Everly, could you be more rude?” Camilla glared at her.

Everly scrunched her forehead up. “That’s not rude. I was simply stating a fact.” She turned to me. Her luscious tits were about to spill out of her top when she crossed her arms over her chest. “Did I offend you?”

“I personally was not offended in the slightest, but I have to say not all people from Sweden are tall, nor are they all blond. In fact, one of my brothers has black hair.”

I shot a glance at Jordan as we boarded the elevator and he shook his head, letting me know that Everly didn’t know who my brother or brothers were, which I appreciated. Not that I expected to see her much after the wedding, but I didn’t want to field questions about my brother the whole time.

Everly’s brows rose almost to her hairline as she stood on the other side of the elevator facing me. “Have you ever considered that the brother with the black hair was adopted or has a different dad?”

“Now that is rude,” Camilla shoved her friend with her shoulder and scowled.

I laughed because we always loved to joke with Liam about how he didn’t look like the rest of us when in fact he did. It was only his hair color that made him stand apart.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it, and it won’t be the last time either.”

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