Page 73 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

My heart sinks. “Why are you doing this?”

“What’s going on?”

I release Cassidy’s face and draw back from her as Ryan rushes into the suite. “They called me to come check on her.”

Ryan frowns as he sits down next to Cassidy. “Why you?”

My voice locks up for a second as he stares at me with suspicion on his face. Shit. Does this look too obvious?

“Firefighters have medical training. I don’t know any doctors around here,” Becca speaks up. “He’s the only one in the bridal party who could probably figure out what’s wrong with her.

“And he did,” Kara adds.

Ryan wraps his arm around Cassidy’s shoulders, his brow creasing in worry. “Hey, what’s wrong? You look like you’re coming down with something.”

I stand up, letting him fawn over his little sister without butting in. He can become a real mama bear pretty quickly. I’ve seen it before.

Cassidy leans into him. “I didn’t eat enough today.”

“Why not?” Ryan asks.

That’s a good question. And why has she been doing that since the start of this week?

Is it for the same reason she wasn’t wearing a swimsuit? Is she insecure about her body or something and feels like she needs to starve herself to look good?

I just don’t understand.

“I forgot. I got caught up in everything going on,” Cassidy replies.

“At least eat this. It’s just carrots, celery, and ranch,” Sarah says as she places a small plate in Cassidy’s lap. “You need nutrients.”

“I’ll eat them back at my room. I just want to lay down,” Cassidy says.

Ryan picks the plate up and stands. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

“I can help,” I offer, not wanting to take my eyes off her yet.

Something is going on that she’s trying to hide.

Ryan shakes his head. “It’s fine. I’ve got it covered.”

My shoulders drop a little, and I have to fight the urge to ask him if he’s sure. It already looked really suspicious when he walked in on me caressing her face like that.

I shouldn’t push it.

“Yeah, okay.”

Ryan helps Cassidy to her feet. “I’ve got you.”

Cassidy walks toward the door with him. She glances over her shoulder at me for a moment, but her expression is unreadable. She disappears out the door a second later.

“Thank you for coming to check on her,” Sarah tells me as she places her hand on my upper arm. “Sorry about him. You know how protective he can be over her. I’m sure he’s grateful that you came by.”

I give her a small nod. “We should keep an eye on her. I don’t think she’s been eating enough this week.”

Sarah’s expression becomes more serious. “You might be right. Things have been so hectic that I didn’t even notice. Does that make me a terrible friend?”

The guilt in her voice sounds incredibly familiar. I feel it all the time.