I wasn’t sure either.
“Sometimes, we can’t pick our time,” I informed him. “Sometimes, we can’t stop our emotions from guiding us.”
He turned to me and was going to say something, but Davina came up, scorched me with a look that wasn’t all that fun, before she directed it at her brother.
“Do ye wanna tell me why Ned was putting Mum in one of the anti-drink driving cars he’s got lined up for people who are getting rat-arsed and why ye were escorting Dad and her Mum to the car park?” she demanded.
Dair pushed to standing properly and turned to her. “Davi?—”
She didn’t let him finish.
She looked to me. “Let me guess, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, even at her lass’s wedding.”
Seemed Davina knew too.
Rix came up then and he only had eyes for me.
Fantastic.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” he requested.
“No need!” I cried breezily. “I’ll go get the bouquet so you two can make your getaway.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the bouquet. I give a fuck about why you and your dad, him,” he tipped his head to Dair, “his mom and dad and your mom were all creeping around behind a building.”
I was okay with Rix being totally in love with my sister.
I was not okay with Rix being so damned observant.
At least, not right now.
“It’s nothing,” I completely lied.
“Alex doesn’t like surprises,” he stated.
Oh.
He was worried we had some big scheme planned that Alex would hate.
“It was just kind of…a family meeting,” I said.
Davina snorted.
Rix aimed thinned eyes to her, though not long before they came to me.
“You Sharp sisters and your binders,” Rix said. “I thought you had it all in hand. She’s had a great day. Whatever you have planned?—”
“Relax, Rix,” Davina said angrily. “She was just back there stopping my dad from humping her mum behind a shed.”
Rix’s head reared back, and he looked like he might get sick.
My head dropped.
Great.
“Worst kept secret in Coddington/Wallace history,” Davina decreed then said to the bartender. “I’ll have one of those,” and pointed at Dair’s Scotch.
“Is she serious?” Rix asked me.
