Good woman.
He hasn’t annoyed me for two days, and the wedding day is creeping up on me.
But Becca, I’ve seen her every day. We haven’t gone further than kisses to the lips, and I’m okay with that. I have so much going on that I’m not really sure it was smart to start something with her to begin with.
The problem is, I just can’t seem to tell her that, though.
Her energy, who she is as a person, is sweet, and that energy draws you in. I’m not used to being around someone like her. I’m so broken and fucked-up that it’s refreshing.
Joey is the same as me, we are two peas in a pod, really.
“I heard you’re having a bachelorette party tonight.” I turn my head to see Lucas on the other side of the counter. The store isn’t even open yet, but he has keys.
“No, who said that?”
“Joey’s bachelor party is tonight, so I assumed you were having yours with only two days until the wedding.” I cringe at the reminder. “There is a way out of this, just so you know.”
This piques my interest. I turn my body, giving him my full attention. “And what is that?”
He shakes his head. “I’m not sure you want the answer.”
“I do,” I argue back.
He steps up closer, just a few inches from me. To all others, Lucas is one of the most feared men. It’s all part of his beauty, and you can see it if you look closely enough. It’s incredibly dark under those hypnotic eyes.
“I can kill you. It’s been a while since I’ve had my hands around another woman’s neck. Not sure Chanel would approve, but I’m happy to assist.”
I shake my head at his words and give him an eye roll.
“Go to hell, Lucas.” I turn back to stacking the bookshelf.
“I’ve already been, and the Devil himself kicked me out,” he jokes. “Okay, since that’s not an option, I’ve been instructed to tell you that the girls expect you at nine tonight.” I raise a brow and glance over my shoulder at him. “I mean, my offer still stands.” He smirks.
“Why?”
“Fucked if I know.” He shrugs.
“Why are you here?” It’s not like him to pop in all the time. He hardly used to, it was always his right-hand man. But since he was shot dead in this store, Lucas hasn’t replaced him.
“I own this place as much as you,” he replies simply.
“Chanel is working, and you’re bored, right?” I put two and two together. His face betrays nothing, but I know I’m right. “You could go and hang with your boss and his brother,” I joke.
“No, I’d rather slit my wrists than hang with your soon-to-be husband.”
His words make me laugh rather loudly.
“Whose throat are you slitting?”
We both turn to the sound of Joey’s voice.
Fuck me.
“I’m out.”
“Should I be worried that you spend so much time with my fiancée?” Joey asks Lucas as he passes him, and Lucas glances over his shoulder at me. “More than likely.”
I know he’s joking, he said that to piss off Joey. Lucas nods to me before he walks out.