Leah stands, leaning into her guy. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” I ask.
“Get married, duh.”
I blink from one of these two idiots to the other. “Now? Like right now?”
George jumps in, “There’s this place down the street. They do group ceremonies. It looks really cool!”
“Leah…”
“Please, Nadia.” She gives me big puppy-dog eyes. “Come with. I need my bestie.”
Fuck. I can’t say no to that. Plus, I might still have a chance to stop this train-wreck.
“Fine. But for the record, this is a terrible idea.”
She laughs, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Noted.”
* * *
Ten minutes later, we’re standing inside the most kitsch wedding venue I’ve ever seen. Everything is pink. Pink walls. Pink flowers. Pink chandeliers.
There are couples milling around. Some in full gowns and tuxes, others in jeans and T-shirts.
Leah and George are talking to a woman at the front desk, filling out paperwork.
I’m standing off to the side, with my arms crossed, wondering how I’m going to explain this to Leah’s mother.
Hi, Ms. Thompson. Yes, your daughter got married in Reno to a man named George. No, I don’t know his last name. Yes, they were sober. No, I couldn’t stop her.
Great.
At that moment, a commotion near the entrance makes me turn. The door slams open, and a man stumbles in. And what a man… He’s ridiculously tall and broad-shouldered, with dark blond hair, wearing an expensive-looking suit that’s a bit disheveled. Hot as shit. Big-guy type of hot. With thick thighs stretching the fabric of his slacks, a massive chest, and bulky arms even under his suit. And his face. Good God… He’s not pretty. No, he’s all sharp cheekbones, scruffed jaw, and rugged, manly handsomeness. The type of man who ruins panties and breaks hearts in his wake…
He’s looking around with wild, sharp eyes. Then his gaze lands on me. I watch as he moves fast… in my direction! And before I can react, he grabs my arm, shoves me inside the photo booth in the corner, and yanks the curtain shut behind us.
“Hey! What the…”
“Be quiet.” His voice is low and gravelly. Sexy as fuck.
We’re crammed into the tiny space, his huge body pressed against all that’s me. I’m a big girl, but next to this man, I almost feel small. The heat of him, his hard muscles against my soft curves…
“What the fuck…”
“I said, be quiet.” He’s staring at the curtain, breathing hard.
I open my mouth to yell, but he clamps one of his big hands over it. Asshole!
His eyes meet mine. They’re dark, intense, and cold as ice. Fuck, why is that also hot?…
“Some people are looking for me. And you’re going to help me blend in,” he orders through a whisper that’s all raspy voice and warm breath fanning my face.
I glare at him for a beat before giving in, nodding. He holds my gaze with a raised eyebrow, then slowly removes his hand.
Should have bitten him… or licked him… Oh, my God, Nadia, focus!
As soon as he lets go, I whisper-shout, “I’m not helping you do anything, you psycho. Let me out.”
