Page 62 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
He chuckles, "And if I were you, I’d duck."
"Why would I?" The hair on my forearms rises.
I angle away, but not quickly enough, for Arpad’s fist connects with my shoulder. Liam steps aside. I grunt, then grab Arpad’s arm and throw him over my shoulder.
He hits the ground, lays there winded, then jumps up, and turns to me.
We circle each other, as the rest of the men close in.
"Who’s the more frustrated, you think?" Sinner drawls.
"I don’t know, man. They both look angry enough to kill each other." Saint chuckles.
"Do you think we should leave them to it?" Weston asks. "They deserve it, considering they disrupted my wedding."
"They make for free entertainment, at least," Edward responds, his voice mild.
Arpad shakes his head, "Can you believe this?"
"We’re surrounded by married folk," I roll my shoulders, "all ball-and chained up and shit."
"Hey," Summer objects.
I wince. "Present company excluded, of course." I raise my hands.
"You women don’t count as women anymore," Arpad offers.
"What the hell does that mean?" Victoria frowns. "What are we, if we aren’t women?"
"He means you are the wives and fiancées… So—"
"So?" Amelie glowers between me and Arpad, "Are you guys trying to say that the married slash engaged among the Seven are less because of that?"
“You’re right, Edward. This is entertaining,” Weston quips.
"Umm." I rub the back of my neck.
"Shit, I can’t believe that you hesitated." Sinclair chuckles. “Man, even I am not brave enough to take on the might of a woman."
"See." Summer pats his cheek. "He’s changed, hasn’t he?"
Sinclair shoots me a look over her head, his features wearing an agonized look.
I laugh, then turn it into a cough. I cover my mouth, "Umm, hey, didn’t mean no harm, folks. Honest."
"Yeah," Arpad straightens, "just me and Rockstar here, blowing off steam." He nods.
I step toward him, at the same time that he closes the distance between us. I throw an arm around his shoulders. "See, all made up."
"Aww, you guys gonna kiss or something?" Saint taunts.
"Nope, don’t want to make Julia jealous," Arpad retorts.
"The fuck you talking about?" I lower my arm and stare at him.
He rolls his shoulders, "Just telling it like it is, brother."
"There’s nothing to tell here." I glare at him, "Not unless you count one sorry excuse of a man, who’s carried around his feelings for a woman for years and not dared to confess it."
