Page 95 of Lethal Vows

I turn my gaze back to Honey, her chestnut-colored hair curled and framing her face. Her eyes, which are the same as mine, stare back at me. Where mine are more than likely dead, hers are vibrant and full of life.

It takes both of us a moment to move. And when we do, I gather myself and walk around to where Honey’s now standing. Ignoringhim, I reach for Honey and pull her in for a one-armed hug while she puts both arms around me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I know you’ve been busy with the promotion, and I didn’t want to take that moment away from you,” she whispers.

Honey becoming engaged is no issue at all for me.

But the certain someone who is the intended groom, however…

Do I even have the right to be angry at anyone?

I mean, I shot the asshole to get him away from me.

And here he is.

Sitting with a smug look on his face.

Like he’s won.

Pulling back, I smile at Honey and ignore Crue as I sit at the opposite end of the table. My father orders for me, already knowing what I like, then orders for the rest of the table.

When it goes quiet, Honey turns to me. “How’s life? I’ve missed you so much.”

“It’s good. Busy with work,” I tell her, keeping my answers short.

“Anyone new in your life?” she asks, and I see him twitch.

“I…”

“What about that guy you told me about last week? What was his name?” my father interrupts.

“Are you engaged?” I ask her, ignoring my father’s questions. When, really, I was telling him about Mr. Luca and my discussion around having a short trip to Italy since I hadn’t had a vacation since I started working at the firm. And I think he knew that.

The table falls silent. And Crue picks up his glass of wine, taking a sip.

“Yes,” Honey says.

“To?” I ask. “I would love to meet the man who has that honor,” I say a little louder.

“It’s Crue,” she says, looking to her left, where he’s not paying us any attention.

“Oh, wonderful. I brought a present for you. Though I didn’t know at the time who your fiancé was, it will be the best honeymoon gift. It’s red and lacy, perfect to wear to treat your husband.”

His head spins, his gaze burning into me.

I smile gracefully at him and hold up my glass. “Congrats, Crue. You’re finally getting what you want. A Ricci girl.”

“Rya,” my father warns.

“What? You know it’s what he’s wanted all along.”

Crue stays silent, but I still feel his gaze firmly on me.

“If you will excuse me, I have to use the ladies’ room.” I push out of my seat and stroll to the restroom. As soon as the door closes behind me, I turn the faucet on and splash my face with water to help overcome all these mixed feelings I am having.

Fuck. What is happening?

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