Page 103 of Playbook
“We need to talk.”
My brows shoot up. “Excuse me?”
“About wedding stuff.”
I still don’t follow.
“You’re the maid of honor. I’m the best man.” He grins all sly-like. I’m sure I used to find him attractive, but right now all I feel is disgust. I try to remember that he’s my sister’s future brother-in-law.
“Right,” I say. “What do we need to go over?”
I thought most of it was already done, but if I’ve forgotten something, Sierra might kill me.
“Ben wants everything to be perfect.”
Yeah, no kidding. I catch Brogan’s eye across the bar. He takes in the situation with a furrowed brow.
“Can we talk about this later?” I ask Chris.
“Of course. Is your number still the same?”
“Yes.”
“Great. I’ll text you.”
I’ll have to unblock him first.
Brogan comes to stand in front of us. Chris looks up and nods. “Hey, man. Good of you to show up tonight. I know Ben is thrilled to have his favorite Mavericks player here.”
I shoot daggers out of my eyeballs at my ex. There’s something snotty and demeaning about his tone, like the fact that he’s a professional football player is the only reason anyone wants Brogan around.
“Not as thrilled as I am.” I sidle up next to him, clutching his arm.
Brogan’s eyes dance with mischief and he drops his mouth down to mine. I lift up on my toes to press my lips harder against his.
“I’m gonna…” Chris’s words trail off. I don’t know or care if he finishes that statement because when Brogan’s lips capture mine, I am a goner.
“Everything okay?” The man holding my heart in his oversized hands asks when I drop back down on my heels.
“Wedding planning stuff.” We move toward the bar where my shot still remains. The smell of it wafts over even from a foot away. “And that smells like trouble.”
He plucks the glass up between his thumb and forefinger and tosses it back with only the slightest grimace.
He leans against the bar with one hip. “So, what’s on the agenda?”
“Oh, you know, shots, strip club, the usual.”
His brows lift.
“I’m kidding. No strippers tonight, unless you’re offering.”
“Only for you.” His eyes crinkle as he laughs. “Why are you standing over here hovering like an overbearing parent and leaving perfectly good shots on the table?”
“I’m running this ship tonight. Gotta be responsible.”
“Good god, why?” he asks like he can’t think of a single thing worse than responsibility. Honestly, that’s on brand for him.
“Because…” I trail off. “What if someone needs something?”
