Page 19 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

I took a sip, then frowned and looked down at the glass. “What is this?”

Molly snickered. “Pineapple juice.”

I handed it back. “God, why?”

“Because I’m in Hawaii with both of my guys. I plan on being very sober for the post wedding festivities.”

“Fair.”

It was hard not to be jealous of Molly. She had not one man who loved her unconditionally, but two. And Jules had also been in that club for a short time. However, tragedy seemed to follow the members of Warning Sign. But they seemed stronger than ever now, with all the bandmates paired off and ever expanding families.

Jules included. I didn’t have that driving need for motherhood, and from what I knew about Juliet, her baby had been a surprise—a joyful one, but definitely not of the planned variety. But the way she kept her eye on the man and the little boy in matching Hawaiian shirts at the back table told me everything I needed to know. Planned or not, there was absolute love in her heart.

And here I was, the idiot looking for a ghost who had never been good for me in the first place.

I was a hot mess.

“That’s my song!” Molly shouted out as a popular Beyoncé song blasted from the speakers.

“It fucking better not be, bluebird.” Came a rumbling voice behind me.

I twisted and craned my neck. Molly’s tree-sized man stood behind me. Well, one of them. Ethan, the third spoke of their triad, was sitting at a table with his arm draped over the back of the chair, a faint smile on his face.

Molly reached around me and dragged Luc to her. “I mean, it’s my jam, not my call to action.” She inched upward to get closer to Luc, which was necessary even with her height and the heels she was sporting. She’d found hers after the ceremony, unlike me.

“That so?” Luc buried his fingers in her hair and tugged just hard enough to get a wide smile out of Molly.

She licked her lips. “I like when you get all possessive.”

“I don’t mind when you dance for me.”

“I dance for myself, buddy.” She twisted away and grabbed Juliet’s arm. “Ready?”

Juliet lifted her glass over her head and did some wiggling of her own. “Lead the way, girl.” She shot a look at me. “You coming?”

I shook my head. Although “Single Ladies” was more my jam by definition, I needed some air. “You two have fun.”

Luc crossed his massive arms over his chest with a grunt as Molly gave him a cheeky grin and threw an extra bit of sway in her hips. “She tests me. Daily.”

“You love it.”

He lifted one eyebrow. “Indeed.”

I patted his arm with a laugh. “She was just telling us how ready she is for the afterparty.”

He grunted again, but his beard twitched a bit. Just enough for me to see a smile flirting with his lips. Yeah, my new favorite color was green.

Puffed-up chest dude—who didn’t look at all like Nash—was headed my way. “Think you can head him off for me?” I asked.

Luc spotted the douchehat. “On it.”

I ducked through a slit in the canvas flap along the back of the tent. “Thanks.”

He nodded and guarded my escape route.

The fact that I’d actually headed for the guy showed just how much this wedding was messing with me. Nash might have given me a thigh-quaking orgasm and the best fuck of my life—ugh, also pathetic—but he was not what I needed in my life.

Chasing after him—even if it hadn’t really been him—was beyond stupid. He’d been a beautiful disaster of a mistake. And I didn’t do shit like that.

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