Where I willnotbe eating anything if it’s not a solid slab of meat or a raw vegetable that is clearly not mango.
Goldie eyes my Bentley. “You know you could’ve bought an entire rugby team with what you paid for that thing?”
“Thought about it, but being carried to a wedding reception by an entire rugby team would’ve looked awkward.”
She snort-laughs at that, but then freezes and looks at me while I open the car door for her. “Did you seriously buy this just for tonight?”
“No.”
She blows out a breath. “I didn’t think you did, but also…” She gestures to me as if to sayyou’re Fletcher Huxley and you do crazy weird over-the-top shit sometimes.
“Thank you.”
She stifles another smile and climbs into my ride.
It’s sweet. It’s fast. It’s pompous. It purrs.
And I traded in my Ferrari for it this morning because appearances are everything.
Same reason I’m not giving in to the urge to scratch my ass.
Although, I’d get more visibility for getting caught scratching my ass than for getting into a luxury car.
Could’ve driven my Range Rover or my Maserati instead, but the Bentley makes a better statement for a wedding reception.
I get in the driver’s seat, crank the engine, listen to that beautiful purr, and smile as I check my mirror before pulling out into traffic.
Goldie’s stroking the seat. And the dash. And eyeballing the screen. And me. “Thank you. Again. For coming with me tonight.”
Once more, the best I can do is grunt.
But this time, it’s because there’s something in her voice that says she’s faking her confidence.
I slide a glance at her, but she has her smile plastered on again while she keeps stroking the buttery leather of the seat. “There areat least a dozen high-profile athletes and recently retired athletes coming who are still active with their old teams or around the community. It’ll be good for you to meet them. And that’s on top of probably a third of the Scorned. Coach Elizabeth invited half the city.”
I grunt again.
She pauses stroking and mentally stripping my car to look at me. “Do you go to a lot of weddings?”
“No.”
“Do you have an opinion on weddings?”
“Yep.”
“Any chance you’d care to talk out those feelings before we get there?”
“My feelings are fine.”
“What’s the last wedding you went to?”
“We’re only going to the reception.”
“What’s the lastwedding receptionyou went to?”
“My sister’s.”
“You have a sister?”
