Page 692 of Rock Me All Night
I'm not about to let him get away with that shit.
Even if it is my wedding day.
I stare back at my brother. "But?"
His gaze goes to the window. His voice gets far away, like he's lost in some memory. "My head's been a fucking mess since Cindy…"
His high school sweetheart tore his heart to shreds by not only cheating with his former best friend, but falling in love with the guy. The bitch couldn't even be bothered to break the news herself. She sent her fucking—whatever you'd call the asshole who was fucking her—she let him do the dirty work for her.
It's a fair enough assessment.
But it's also bullshit.
"You're gonna lose her if you don't get over yourself," I say.
"Guess you're the expert now that you're getting hitched."
My chest gets lighter.
He chuckles. "Not often I can make you nervous."
I fucking hate it. I need to get the upper hand here. "What the fuck is it you don't like about Jess?"
"I like everything about her."
"But-?"
"You want to talk about my girlfriend?" He asks. "It's your wedding day."
"Fuck, don't say that again."
He chuckles. "You look like you're gonna hurl."
"I might."
"You need a bowl?"
"Fuck off. What if I did?"
He grabs the ice bucket from the counter, dumps the melted water in the sink, and places it at my feet. "Just in case." He winks.
"I fucking hate you."
"I love you too." He nods to the landline phone on the side table. "You want to eat something bland?"
"No."
"It will help."
"Fine." We both know he'll order no matter what I say.
He smiles as he picks up the phone and dials room service. "Could we get an order of toast. White… Yeah, butter and jam." He puts his hand over the receiver and looks to me. "You eat lunch?"
"No."
He pulls his hand away. "And a B.L.T. You have avocado… Yeah, add it. And a bottle of sparkling cider. Thanks." He ends the call. "It will be half an hour."
"I'm not gonna eat that sandwich."
