“It’d be in your best interest to remove your hand,” I warned. “If you want to know what transpired between us then I suggest you ask him.”
“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” he said, emancipating me from his hold.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Not a bottle of Jack,” Casey taunted.
“You son-of-a—”
“Can you both act like you were raised in a civil household and not show your asses when we’re in public?”
Casey rolled his eyes. “Kiyah, you’re the last one who should be talking.”
“And yet I am. Daisy wants a word with you.”
“About what?” he asked.
“Something about the bachelorette party. I think she’s getting a little nervous.”
Casey’s right brow slid slowly to the top of his head. “Nervous? Why would she be nervous? I have everything under control.”
Kiyah raised her hands and said, “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.”
Casey left with a grumble, hoping to talk some sense into the bride.
“Why the hell are you talking to that woman?”
“Don’t be rude, Grant,” Kiyah mocked, playfully swatting my chest with the back of her hand.
“There’s no reason for you to converse with Leah.”
“Layla,” she corrected.
“I don’t give a damn what her name is.”
“Grant, be nice,” she chastised. “Layla just moved to Texas from Portland for work. She’s an architect.”
“Impressive,” I replied with a tight smile.
“You seem uptight and a little hangry. Did you skip lunch? You shouldn’t do that. You know how you get,” she cooed with a patronizing grin. I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and reigned it in—something I had to do often with her. I openedmy eyes, and she caught me off guard when she said, “There are those beautiful green eyes.” Her wine-colored lips curled into a seductive smile, and her long lashes batted.If, and onlyif, we weren’t in mixed company, I’d devour her where she stood.
Focus, Grant.
“Why were you talking to her as if you two were best pals?” I questioned.
“I’m your wingman. I was trying to secure you a date for the wedding.”
“I don’t need your help getting a date,” I seethed.
“I have a date,” she confessed with overwhelming nonchalance.
“Who?” I demanded, backing her into a corner. She smiled again, and I recognized it as her joking smile—the one she’d use when she was just pulling my leg. My shoulders relaxed, and I stepped away from her—giving myself a much-needed break from her intoxicating perfume.
“Ronan asked me.”
I bit back a smile and shook my head. “You turned him down.”
“Of course, I turned that silver-eyed devil down. That would be disgusting. It’d be like dating my baby brother.”
