“How do you know about Tomas?” I look up at the beautiful ceiling. It looks like there's white sparkles in the paint. I love sparkles but they can be a mess to work with.
“I don’t know why you or Alyssa think you can hide something from us.” This is true. I should know better. I’m blaming it on the fact that I’m still annoyed with Tomas. Is he playing a game with my head?
“Whatever.” I grab my bag, pulling out my cell phone and glasses and slipping them on my head. I am not doing this alone. I see I have a text from Tomas. How did he get my number? I ignore it, going to Alyssa’s message so that I can track her. I jump back up from my seat seeing she’s here.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell the moms.
“Don’t try and sneak out. We’ll track you down.”
I turn, glaring at them. They glare back.
“Fine, I only thought about it. I wasn't really going to leave,” I defend myself. “Alyssa is outside. I’m grabbing her. You two stay there,” I order. They go back to the dresses, for once doing what I say.
When I exit out of the shop, I see Tomas standing there, leaning up against a car. His arms are folded over his chest. He pushes off of it.
“No.” I put my hand up. I look back over my shoulder to make sure the moms aren't following me. That’s the last thing I need right now, the moms spotting him. They’d ask him five million questions. One being when are we getting married. Tomas and I aren't even dating at this point. He cocks his head to the side. “You just left this morning.” I can’t keep the stupid pout out of my voice.
“You missed me?” He smirks. I only glare harder.
“You stay right there.” I point to where he’s already standing. He lifts his hands as if to say If you say so.
I focus my attention back on the SUV that I know my best friend is inside of. She needs to get inside the dress store instead of fooling around in the backseat. I’m not dealing with the moms alone on this one.
“Quit going at it in there. I’m hungry. I can’t take you two anywhere,” I shout as I tap on the blacked-out window. I go for the handle when no one responds. “Smith, unlock it,” I tell the driver. I met him once when Sean came by the bakery.
“Sorry, ma’am,” Smith responds but makes no move to unlock the door for me.
“Come on, you guys. I’ve been with the two moms for over thirty minutes. If you love me at all, Alyssa, you’ll rescue me.” I’m exaggerating. It’s only been a couple minutes, but it feels longer.
“I’m coming,” Alyssa says, finally opening the door. She turns to kiss her man, melting into him. She really is in love. My eyes peek over at Tomas, who is watching me. Where did he go this morning? Why was I so bent out of shape about it? I’d done the same to him. Grr. There is something wrong with me. He’s messing with my head.
“Do me a solid and keep that one from coming inside.” I point over to Tomas. Both Alyssa and Sean look over toward him. “Why don’t you take him for a beer or something? Do man things.” I flex my arm. I need to get Tomas out of here before the moms spot him.
“Man things?” Sean asks me.
“I don’t know.” I think for a second about something they can do. “Wait, don't do man things. All you guys think about is sex.” I turn, pointing at Tomas. “No doing man things.” He takes a step toward me, looking as impatient as ever. I think I’ve pushed too far now. “No,” I snip, giving him a look. He stops.
“Little pixie. Get your ass in the store. If anyone needs to worry about what anyone is doing it’s me worrying about you.”
“Whatever.” His order shoots right through my body. I clench my legs together but try not to show my desire. I push my glasses up on my nose, fighting a smile. “Can we order a pizza or something?” I wander toward the door of the bridal store. I can’t help myself with the comment, knowing it will bug Tomas.
“Take him with you. Go check on the house,” Alyssa says to Sean, pointing to Tomas.
“He’s not going anywhere,” Sean mutters. Tomas isn't going anywhere that he doesn't want to. He’s got his phone to his ear, ordering a pizza. I bite my lip to try and keep from smiling. I grab the door handle, heading back into the store before I throw myself at him. I’m mad at him. For now anyway. Maybe once the pizza comes it will change my mind.