“It’s not cursed!”
She was already moving up the escalator, but flipped me the bird as she rose upward like some demonic angel on a mission. “For the record, I was a beautiful bride!” she shouted to the sky.
And the car was moving, finally. Maybe Ellie’s dress was cursed, and I’d just been freed from its sphere of influence? Ponder later, act now. I searched the street for the color and model listed in the app. When it came into sight, I started waving my arms like a madwoman.
The driver of the black car spotted me and pulled into the curved circle where I waited. I had just opened the door and greeted him when out of nowhere a man in a suit stumbled into me and rolled into the back seat where I should be. I’d barely pushed him away in time to avoid getting plowed over.
“Hey!”
He stared at me with wide eyes.
Pretty, brown eyes, with thick lashes and… damn it.
“This is my car,” I said, lamely.
Instead of doing the right thing and getting out or apologizing, he pulled the door shut then leaned forward and somehow convinced the driver to take off without me.
“Jerk!” I screamed into the night air.
“Where’d he go?”
The man asking was a little rough and breathless. His black shirt was torn, and there was a scuffed point on one knee that ruined the lines of his expensive slacks. With his five o’clock shadow and the wild mess of his surfer-highlighted brownish-red hair, he was everything Ellie would drool over. Rich clothes, wild appearance, and an attitude. Me? I was unaffected to say the least. “The fucking wedding chapel, I hope. Serves him right taking my car.” I tapped away on the app to report the issue and hired a new ride.
“Which wedding chapel?”
I glared at an interruption made flesh. He was being nosy, and kind of rude. I wasn’t in a charitable mood. “What are you going to do, hunt him down and kill him for me?”
A slow grin spread across his face. “For you? Absolutely. And, I’d do it for free.” His eyes dipped southward.
Next, he’d start drooling. Ugh.
I quickly covered the sheer places of my corset where the strapless bra barely hid my nipples between the slats of ribboned boning. “Eyes up. That’s a lame pick up line.”
The grin hadn’t faded. “Apologies, I see a beautiful woman and sometimes I can’t help it.”
“Try.”
That made his smirk fall. “Is your twin as evil as you are?”
How did he know I had a twin?
He took a step back with both hands up, as if to give me space, or avoid getting hit. “Wow. That question on your face is deadly. And you don’t have to ask me how I know. I saw you two at the casino.” He pointed across the street. “You’re both very pretty. That’s all. And her being a bride, just…”
…attracted attention, I got it. “Well, she’s not going to be a bride today. Cold feet.” That was a nice way to phrase it. Better than dismembered corpses and various murder plots.
Whoever he was, he had the decency to straighten the hopeful quirk of his mouth. “I’m… sorry?”
Why did that sound like a question?
I pointed in the direction my ride share had disappeared with his quarry safely ensconced in the back seat. “Listen, I was going to straighten out the no-show at the chapel, retrieve our things, and hopefully get a refund. If the car drops him off there, you can kill him for me.” I rattled off the name and address of the wedding chapel.
“Thank you.”
Instead of sticking around, he dodged back into the parking garage.
“Weirdo.”
My ride share arrived. This time I got in before anyone could snag it. So much for safety first.
