Someone who would love five minutes alone with this guy in a dark alley.
But I know how that would end.
All over the news.
And that’s one thing I’ve promised Emma I’ll move heaven and earth to avoid.
It’s theonlyreason I’m not following instincts that I didn’t even know I had.
Squawking erupts at my feet.
“Fee, dick-dick! Dick-dick fee!”
Chandler inches back.
“Thank you, Bash,” Emma says, still staring directly at the man who put her on a path to being the world’s most notorious runaway bride. “Now say goodbye to Mr. Sullivan.”
“Bye, Mista Suckagain!”
“Emma—” he says, the placating tone so grating that my teeth clench together.
“Aww, it’s a family reunion,” one of the triplets says as he strolls out through the back door.
Dude let himself into Emma’s house.
He has a key.
Of course he does.
They’refamily.
“Cuz,” Chandler says. “I was just—”
“Leaving,” Emma interrupts firmly.
“Oh, good. I’ll walk you to your car.” Lucky. This one’s Lucky.
Even if the haircut didn’t confirm it, the small medical kit he sets on top of Emma’s closed-up hot tub would.
And he’s Chandler Sullivan’s cousin.
As is Sabrina.
None of them actively associate with him, according to my dossier.
“I need a minute with Emma.” Chandler glares at me. “Alone. It’s about a business thing.”
“Not likely, dude,” Lucky says. “Sabrina and Grey are right behind me.”
Chandler finally looks at Lucky. Then at me. Then at Emma.
Emma crosses her arms over her chest. “If I have to tell you to leave one more time, I’m calling the sheriff.”
Lucky grabs Chandler by the collar and turns him.
I realize I’m barely breathing. My fingernails are short, but they’re digging into my palms. My shoulders are tight. My jaw’s clenched.
Never.
