As we stepped outside, though, I turned to him. First, though, I made certain our sisters were nowhere to be found. I met his gaze. “Seriously. We need to talk. Are you gay?”
He shifted from one foot to the other yet still held my gaze. “No. But I've been with guys before.”
I frowned, uncertain how that worked. “So, bi?”
He blinked. “Well, yeah.”
My frown didn’t lessen. “Why not tell everyone?”
He laughed. But without humor. “One rebel in the family is all my parents can take.”
A pang hit my heart. “That's a sad way to live your life.”
“Well, yeah, okay. I know. “
I should’ve let it drop there, but I couldn’t. “Do you even know what you want? Being a big-shot lawyer and having a rich-man's bimbo on your arm—that sounds like the partner at your firm you’re always complaining about, not you. So, what do you want?”
He held my gaze for the longest time. “I don't have a fucking clue.”
Let it go. He’s got enough to deal with. “Well, my head’s better. What’s the first stop?”
Chapter Five
Lachlan
By the time Stephanie and Taryn were conferring about flowers—of which there were far fewer than I would’ve predicted, I was at my wits’ end. I rounded on Cooper. “Can’t you just be normal?
“Like what?” He blinked as if he had no idea what I was talking about.
"Like, why did you have to flirt with the guy who delivered the chairs and the guy who is doing the lighting and the guy who came with the champagne?"
"Who do you want me to flirt with, then? You?" He arched an eyebrow in a way that was just so fucking sexy.
"No...." Even I didn’t sound convinced to my own ears. Out of frustration, I stormed out.
And made it as far as the front door of the hall before Cooper caught up with me.
Well, you didn’t try very hard to get away.
Oh, shut up.
“Hey.” Cooper wasn’t even winded. Because of course he wasn’t. “What? Please don’t tell me you're grumpy because you're jealous.”
I glared. “Firstly, I am never grumpy.”
He had the gall to laugh to my face. “Ha, grumpy is your total personality. I thought your sister getting married might loosen—”
“And secondly, I’m not jealous.” Best we knock that misconception off the table right away. Because I wasn’t jealous. That was a completely wasted emotion. One simply accepted the reality of the situation and moved on. One didn’t contemplate what might’ve been.
Or what might still be.
He pursed his lips. “You know, I think you are.”
God save me. Truly. Please help.“I'm not. Can we please change the subject?”
“No. I like the subject.” His countenance lightened, and he winked.
Fucking winked.
