“You’re insane,” Aspen said, turning to give him a kiss, then getting up and walking over to Reagan, hauling her up into a hug. An impressive feat, given Reagan was several inches taller.
“Thank you, thank you,thank you,” she murmured. When they pulled apart, Aspen was grinning. “I secretly hoped for this, you know.” Then she glanced pointedly between the two of us. “And I’m still hoping forthis.”
I smiled back at her. “Me too.”
Reagan blinked slowly at me, as though she couldn’t believe I admitted that out loud, and in front of my entire family, no less.
What she failed to realize was I’d fucking get on my knees andbegfor a shot with her if I thought it would help.
For now, I’d content myself with letting her curl up against my side as the wedding conversation continued.
“How about the guests?” Mama prompted. “Do you have a head count yet?”
“RSVPs don’t officially need to be in until next week, but right now we’re looking at around two hundred.”
“One big ass party,” West said, grinning.
“Speaking of,” Crew started, angling his body toward my twin. “We’re still waiting on an RSVP from Tyler.”
“Who is Tyler?” Reagan whispered to me.
“West’s…something.”
Her brows drew together in confusion.
I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear. She shivered againstme, reacting to the sensual touch—which is precisely why I’d done it.
“Can we talk about this later? They have a long and complicated history.”
And, truthfully, not my story to tell.
West groaned. “She, uh…” he trailed off, his hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck in an imitation of my own nervous tic. “She didn’t text me back the last time I reached out.”
My brothers erupted, tossing out jeers and teasing words.
“Hell must have frozen over,” Trey mused.
Usually, West was the one leaving women on read, not the other way around.
But things with Tyler had always been different.
“If she doesn’t show up, who can you possibly have slutty wedding sex with?” Lane asked, giving West a suggestive nudge in his side.
“I have more women on my roster than just Tyler,” West mumbled, clearly pouting.
I seemed to be the only one who heard it for the lie it was.
Mama placed her fingers in her ears. “I don’t need to hear this.”
Ignoring that comment, Trey said, “Don’t you think it’s about time you two stop fucking around and admit there’s more happening there than just sex?”
West shot to his feet, towering over Trey as he said, “That’s a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”
I couldn’t see West’s face, but the rigid set of his shoulders told me his was pissed right the fuck off, that Trey had taken it too far.
However, Icouldsee Trey’s face, and it had completely drained of color.
We all may know how to rile West up, but that knowledge ran in both directions, and West had pressed on Trey’s sore spot.
