Actually, that wasn’t true. Up until four years ago, weddings were fine. But when all that stuff happened, everything changed.
I didn’t want to think about that now, though. Today was about Sarah and the good, decent members of her family, like Adrian.
The point was that everything had gone perfectly. All we had to do was get through tonight and tomorrow and we’d be home free.
Just as I was about to chat to Sarah’s mum, a waft of disgusting cologne flooded my nostrils, which could only mean one thing:
Trent.
I groaned.
‘Y’know,’ Trent said, appearing in front of me, ‘for two people who are supposed to be at it like rabbits, you two were surprisingly quiet last night.’ He raised a suspicious brow.
‘What?’ My face crumpled.
‘You told me that Sarah was insatiable and that one time she screamed so loud that the neighbours called the police.’
‘Yes,’ I said, slightly worried about his line of questioning.
‘Well, we didn’t hear a peep from you last night. Come on, tell the truth. How much is she paying you? You’re an escort, right? That’s why you’re so good-looking. You’re a model who does gigs like this on the side to earn some extra cash. I knew you two couldn’t be together! I mean, you put on a good performance, but no one’s even seen you two kiss! It’s all a front. Admit it, mate! Imagine how Adrian and the whole family will feel when they find out that the guy in their wedding photos is a male prostitute!’
Shit.
Maybe Trent wasn’t as dumb as I’d thought.
No. He definitely was. Why else would he let a woman like Sarah slip through his fingers?
The problem was me. I hadn’t been convincing enough. I needed to do better and throw him off the scent. But first I had to handle his accusations.
‘We were tired, that’s all. And you should be careful, Trent, you’re starting to sound a bit obsessed.’ I stood up straighter, pushing out my chest defensively. ‘Listening in at our door in the middle of the night to see if you can hear us fucking? That’s sick.’
‘I wasn’t listening at the door!’ he protested. ‘We were in the room next to yours!’
‘What?’ My heart thundered against my ribcage. ‘Since when?’
‘Since last night. There was a, er, problem with ours, so we were moved.’
‘And how did you know exactly where we were in the first place?’
‘I, er…’ Trent avoided my gaze.
‘Exactly what I thought,’ I jumped in. ‘This is very worrying. Asking to be moved next to us, listening through the wall to hear how loud your ex screams when I fuck her… how does Esme feel about the fact that you’re still hung up on Sarah?’
‘I’m… it’s not like that!’ he said weakly.
‘No? Ohhhh… unless…’ I gasped. ‘Is itmeyou’re attracted to, Trent? I’d noticed you’ve been staring at me a lot and you’ve made loads of comments about how good-looking I am. I mean, I thought you might be attracted to me, but I didn’t realise you werethatobsessed with me!’ I clutched my chest in shock as I watched Trent’s face contort. ‘I’m flattered, I really am, but I’m with Sarah, and even if I wasn’t crazy about her, unfortunately, you’re really not my type.’
‘I… nah, bro!’ Horror filled his face. ‘It’s not even like that, I…’
‘I don’t like the way you’re looking at me, Trent.’ I started backing away from him. ‘I feel like you’re undressing me with your eyes and it’s making me feelveryuncomfortable. I have to go.’
I raced off, fighting the urge to laugh. The look on Trent’s face was priceless.
I’d got away with it this time, but that was a very close call.
Too close for comfort.
Our cover was almost blown, which meant not only did we have to be more careful, we also had to up the ante.
