“Quit your bitching, O’Connor,” Eve muttered.
I grunted and got up to grab a beer from the fridge.
My lips ticked up at the corner as Eve set my corrected centerpiece back on the island with the finished ones. I took a drink of my beer, moving behind her to peer over her shoulder, an arm on either side of her, boxing her in.
“Looks good,” I said, my breath fanning over her neck. “Thanks for fixing it for me.”
“I didn’t do it for you. I did it so my best friend’s centerpieces didn’t look like they were assembled by a drunk toddler. Now can you get out of my way so I can get back to work on these since you obviously aren’t going to be much help?”
I sighed, rolling my eyes. Apparently, she needed reminding of our little truce.
“Sure. There’s just one minor problem I needed to address first.”
She tensed in front of me, her muscles going taut. “And what’s that?”
I ached to feel her melt against me. To make that tension dissolve. She had no idea the effect she still had on me.
“You and I had a deal, and you’re not holding up your end of it. It’s the wedding week. What happened to our ceasefire?”
She scoffed. “You were drunk. I figured you didn’t even remember our conversation.”
I inched closer to her, my lips at her ear. “I remember every word of it,” I whispered.
I remembered everything about her. Every remark. Every food she loved. Every restaurant she hated. Every glance that flitted my way.
“Consider our peace treaty reinstated. It’s time to play nice. You think you can manage that, princess?”
She shuddered, goosebumps spreading across her neck as she nodded.
I smirked, captivated by how I’d disarmed her with my nearness.
The sound of a throat clearing behind us kept me from saying anything else I might regret.
“Are you two going to help with the centerpieces or just whisper secrets in each other’s ears like girls at a slumber party?” Brian asked, giving me a knowing look as he slid another finished centerpiece onto the island.
Heat climbed up my neck, and Eve elbowed me lightly to get me to move.
“We’re coming,” she called out as Brian stalked out of the kitchen.
“Not yet, we’re not,” I said, tossing her a wink and a cocky grin.
Her eyebrows shot up to her forehead, and a blush swept over her cheeks. She narrowed her eyes, quickly regaining composure.
“In your dreams, O’Connor,” she said, a coy smile ghosting over her full lips.
“Every night, princess,” I agreed, turning on my heel before she had a chance to react.
I Could Use A Wing Woman
Ben
Thelateafternoonsunbore down on the back of my neck as I boarded the yacht with Jack and his little brother, Jameson. Brian and David weren’t far behind.
We were all feeling goodafter drinking overpriced beer all afternoon while watching the fights, and I was ready to let loose and have a good time.
I let out a loud whoop when my feet touched the deck, drawing glares from an older couple walking toward the bow of the boat.
Eve, Olivia, and the rest of the girls were meeting us here. I glanced around the main deck, searching for any sign of them.
