Oh.
“You mean David? This is nothing like what I felt for David.”
Stephanie beamed. “Ha! So you are in love!”
Oh shit. I could lie to plenty of people in the world and get away with it. My sister was not one of those people.
“No. Yes. Fuck. Yes, but I'm not allowed to be. So leave me alone.” Maybe if I acted hurt, she’d back off.Act hurt? I am fucking hurt…
Taryn pursed her lips. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Lachlan flying in tomorrow, would it? Might that be why you almost got us killed with your reckless driving? Because you’re one of the best drivers I know. Hence trusting you with my wife.”
“And yourself.” I had to try to deflect the conversation.
My sister squealed. “Oh my fucking God! You fell for Lachlan Briggs?”
I ran my hands through my hair. Because this conversation so wasn’t going the way I thought it would.
“No, Coop.” Taryn squeezed my arm. “I love my brother. I think he’s one of the best men in the world. But he’s straight. You would never try to turn someone. That’s not in you. That’s not how you live your life. So you need to forget about this crush.”
He’s not straight. It’s not a crush.
“Taryn’s right.” Stephanie grabbed my hand. “He’s not right for you. He’s so staid and serious.” She winced. “No offense.”
“None taken.” Taryn offered her a small smile. “I know my brother. I see how he comes off. He can let loose sometimes. Like when he was dancing with you as the White Rabbit and you were the Queen of… Oh fucking hell.”
“Uh…yeah.”
“So that was real? What went on between the two of you? That wasn’t just something you were doing for our benefit?”
“Uh…no.”
“And when you disappeared during the bachelorette party?” Her green eyes narrowed.
“And the rehearsal?” Stephanie eyed me.
“And before the toasts?” Now Taryn’s eyes sharpened.
“Uh…is there a right way to answer that question?”
“How about the truth?” She glared.
“The answer would…give away something that’s not mine to give away.”
“Lachlan’s gay?” Her mouth gaped open.
Stephanie giggled. “Or is he bi?”
“I plead the fifth?”
“Okay.” Taryn frowned. “First, you’re not American.”
“I had to try.”
“Secondly, that’s against self-incrimination. Did you do something wrong? Did you force him to do something against his will?”
I barked out a laugh. “Uh, no. Consent on all sides and shit, I just gave it away.”
Stephanie laughed. “Cooper, you’re a dark horse. You had us believing you couldn’t stand each other.” She grasped her wife’s hand. “We were worried how that might affect future family gatherings.” She cocked her head. “Although now it’s the same question.”
