Page 262 of The First Time
Her husband is off somewhere and Blake is throwing our relationship in her face. That must hurt.
Even if she seems… unpleasant.
"He couldn't be bothered?" Blake's voice is all protective older brother.
It makes my knees weak. First looking out for Lizzy and now for his not particularly kind sister. It's charming.
"Mom is tired today. Put in some face time before your speech, okay?" she asks.
"It's under control."
"No, now. I'm not sure she's going to make it through your speech." She looks me up and down, picking me apart. "Where exactly did you and Blake meet?"
I stare back with my bestI'm madly in love with your brotherlook. "I bumped into him on my way out of an interview."
"Oh? You work. That must be a refreshing change, Blake," Fiona says.
Irritation flares in his expression. Okay, there's a hint in his eyes. But that's a lot for him.
"What do you do?" Fiona asks.
"I'm a waitress," I say.
Fiona fights something. Judgment. Or maybe solidarity. I'm not sure.
She looks to her phone. Frowns. "It was nice to meet you but I need to make a call."
Something passes between her and Blake. It's pure sibling magic. I do the same thing with Lizzy.
When their gaze breaks, she turns and leaves. Her steps are heavy. Frustrated.
And my heart is racing.
I'm still floating from that kiss.
It was pretend.
But none of this feels pretend.
Not anymore.
I grab a champagne flute from a passing waiter.
It's amazing. Sweet. Bubbly. Fruity.
I tilt the glass back, but Blake grabs my wrist.
He leans in to whisper. "Slow down."
It's a good idea. I need my wits about me. I need my inhibitions at full force.
I nod. "Of course, honey."
He presses his palm against my back as he leads me through the crowd. Everyone waves or nods.
Most look at me the way Fiona did, like they're assessing me. Deciding if I'm the love of his life or a disposable piece of arm candy.
I keep my eyes on the decorations. Sleek, abstract art in gold and silver. Totally incomprehensible, just like Blake.
