“Potter.” Soren interrupts the nasty man as he approaches our circle. Wilder and Slate flank their father. “You seem obsessed with my daughter-in-law. Not that I blame you. She’s precious. My son married well.”
Potter takes a step back and adjusts his suit jacket before offering an insincere smile. “He did. And since Michaela is a new member of the König family, it’s only normal I get to know her better.”
“I understand.” Soren nods. “But this isn’t an inquisition. Today is a day of celebration.”
There’s no denying God favors the König men. How else can you explain this level of manliness? They take hot to the next level. All four men are tall, well-built, sporting strong jaws, blessed with refined, straight noses, and gifted with excessively handsome good looks. Their blue eyes, in various shades, are weapons of seduction few women could resist. And those dazzling smiles… I’m sure Roman is equally handsome in person.
Phoenix would make beautiful babies.
Wait. What?
What the hell is wrong with me?
No babies will come out of this fake marriage.
“My sentiments exactly,” Potter says. “Which is why I was hoping Michaela and I could becomefriends.”
I’d rather lick the pavement.
“There’s plenty of time for that,” my father-in-law says. “Like I said. Let’s leave the lovebirds to bask in the glory of their big day.” That’s not a suggestion.
Potter’s suspicious eyes bounce from Soren’s, to Phoenix’s, to mine.
“Humph… Lovebirds…” He nods. “Yes, you’re right.”
This guy won’t be easy to fool.
“I was telling Slate and Wilder I have an amazing bottle of whiskey I’m dying for you to try. Vintage. Exclusive. Refined. Rare.”
“That sounds like my kind of drink,” Potter says.
“I thought so,” Soren says. “Let’s head to my office and crack that baby open.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “We’ll grab a few other board members on our way.”
The recent heart attack might have slowed down the patriarch of the family, but it hasn’t dulled his edge. The man is as sharp as ever. Thank God.
“I’ll catch you kids later.” Soren winks at me.
I offer him a small smile of appreciation.
“Son, dance with your beautiful wife.”
“I’m right on it, Dad,” Phoenix says.
Keira and I giggle.
The König men laugh.
Potter doesn’t crack a smile.
“Let’s go enjoy that bottle of whiskey.” My father-in-law gestures between him and the jackass who looks constipated.
The four men stroll towards the mansion.
Phoenix turns to my best friend. “Keira, is it okay if I steal my bride?”
“She’ll all yours.” She leans in. “For the record, that guy is a jerk.”
Phoenix lets out a wry laugh. “He wants my balls on a silver platter.”
