“This late?”
“A few hours ago.” She lifts one shoulder, acting way too mysterious.
As if she has something to hide?
“How did it go?”
“How did what go?” She frowns.
“The fitting.” Is she purposely playing dumb? Do I intimidate her so badly that she can’t think straight?
We need to get over this awkwardness between us, and I haven’t helped with the situation by ignoring her. We’re about to put on the biggest show of our lives, and if we continue to have lame-ass conversations such as this one and constantly avoid each other, we’re never going to be able to pull it off. We are two people with a common problem, and we need to be in sync. Support each other.
It’s the only way we’ll be able to survive this.
“Oh yes. The fitting was successful. I can’t give you too many details since the groom shouldn’t know anything about the dress,” she says, her expression coy. “That’s what your mother told me.”
“My mother was there?”
Charlotte nods. “And your sister.”
“Tins?”
“Yes.” Her entire expression softens. “I adore her. I hope she feels the same way about me. I think she does.”
At least someone from my family likes her. Not a single soul from her family likes me—well, maybe her mother, but not in a way that I’d consider appropriate. Oh and her youngest brother, Crew. He was cool to me, but we didn’t really get a chance to talk. “That’s nice.”
“We had a wonderful time. We went to a late lunch afterward.”
“All four of you?”
“Yes! I might’ve drunk a little too much.” Her smile is small. Even a little sneaky.
“You’re only twenty,” I remind her.
“I’m almost twenty-one. They didn’t even card me.” Another one of those shoulder lifts. A halfhearted little shrug, as if she can’t be bothered to make conversation with me anymore.
“Sounds like a nice little party,” I say sarcastically, telling myself to calm the fuck down.
I should be glad she bonded with my sister and mother.
“I really like your sister,” she says.
“You’re close in age to her.”
“I know. She said you’re her favorite brother.” She offers that tidbit in a whisper, as if she’s sharing a secret.
“She’s my favorite, too.” I pause. “Don’t tell my brothers. They think they are.”
Charlotte laughs, the sound curling through me like smoke, settling everywhere. She doesn’t do that often enough. “I should go take a shower.”
My mind is immediately filled with images of a naked Charlotte standing under a hot spray of water. Soaping up her body. Running her hands over her lush curves.
My dick twitches again, the traitor.
“Is Jasper here?” she asks, knocking me from my dirty thoughts.
I shake my head. “I think he already retired for the evening.”