Chloe grabs the bottle and takes a swig right out of it. I cringe. There is no way that can be sanitary.
“Because he’s cheating on me!”
“Wait, what? Since when?”
I wish I could say I was surprised, but I’m not. Duncan really is a dick.
“I don’t know. He was telling her he loved her and that they’d see each other after the honeymoon and how I’m not the right person for him and he’d never marry someone so, so…boring.”
“Her who?” Taking the bottle from her, I suck down my own sip. What a fucking asshole my brother is.
Not only was he marrying the woman I’ve been in love with, but he was—is—cheating on her. He never deserved someone so good. Someone he apparently deemsboring.
“I don’t know!” she shrieks. “He was on the phone with her.”
“Can I punch him?”
Chloe grabs the bottle from me and takes a drink. “Not before I do. But that would require seeing him. And I don’t know if I ever want to see him again in my life. That bastard. I’d run him over with my car if I could.”
“I wish I didn’t have to see him again,” I mutter, taking the bottle from her and letting the alcohol burn on its way down.
Fuck. That is a cheap tequila, almost guaranteeing a headache in the morning. Even from a few shots.
“Did you know he was cheating on me?” Chloe cuts me a scathing glare. “I swear, if you knew…”
“Relax.” I rest my hand on her forearm. “I would never have let you marry my brother if I knew. I promise.”
She visibly sags, rubbing the heels of her hands against her eyes. “I knew you wouldn’t. But God, I can’t trust myself now. I mean, how did I let myself get so taken with a man who called me boring?”
“You’re not boring.”
Her eyes snap to mine, ignoring what I am saying. “Am I boring?”
“I just answered you. You’re not boring.”
“You answered too quickly. Guess that answers thatquestion.” She grabs the bottle and pours at least two shots’ worth in her glass before taking a sip.
“You’re not boring,” I promise her. “Duncan didn’t deserve someone like you.”
“Am I just that unlovable?”
“No.” My voice is firm so she knows there is no more argument. “Duncan is the one at fault in this situation, not you. He was not the right guy for you.”
“Then who is?”
She pierces me with watery blue eyes.
Me.
I’m the one that will show you what you deserve. Shower you with so much love, you won’t know what to do with yourself. The one who will never make you question where his loyalties lie.
“You haven’t met him yet,” I say instead. No point in confessing my feelings to her when she’s one shot away from drunk after running out on my brother.
“I’m going to swear off all men.”
“All men? Why don’t you start with Duncan and see how you feel in a few years?”
“Do you think I could get away with murdering him?” Chloe asks, ignoring me, swigging her drink. “I mean, if it was a jury of all women, I would definitely get away with it.”
