“Good, then at least no one will miss him when he’s dead.”
* * *
One might think Declan would soften a bit toward me now that I am officially his wife.
Wrong.
The moment Harrison pulls up in the Maybach, Declan all but throws me in the back seat. I drop into the quilted leather with anoomph, and the material of my dress fans around me like a cloud.
“Would it kill you to be gentle?” I peek up at him.
Declan ignores me as he shuts the door in my face. I’m almost positive some of my dress hangs outside, caught in the doorjamb.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I grumble.
His elderly driver nearly trips over his feet to beat Declan to his door. Poor Harrison is probably afraid to lose his job based on the scary look on Declan’s face. Not that I blame him.
But what triggered his anger?Declan doesn’t spare me another glance as he takes a seat, which only adds to the weight pressing against my chest.
“You’re acting like a child.”
Crickets.
“Are you just going to ignore me the whole time?”
The only reply I get is the revving of the engine as Declan’s driver takes off.
“Fine.” I go to mess around with the dial to play some music, but Declan shoots me a look that has me pulling my hand back.
After a whole five minutes of silence, my tequila-riddled brain gives in.
“I forgot how fun a wedding could be. It’s been years since I went to one.”
Declan remains silent as he continues scrolling through his phone.
“It was nice to meet Rowan’s girlfriend. She’s sweet.”
His hand holding the phone tightens.Hmm. Interesting.
“I don’t know why you don’t like her. It’s not her fault Rowan chose Dreamland over becoming CFO. You should give her a fair shot at least.”
The tic in his jaw makes another appearance, yet he doesn’t bother looking at me.Come on. Give me something to work with.
“They invited us out to dinner tomorrow night and since we aren’t going on a honeymo—”
Declan’s head snaps up. “We arenotgoing to dinner with them.”
“But you’ve barely spoken to Rowan since he decided to stay in Dreamland. I think it would be nice to spend some time with them while they’re in town—”
“I don’t pay you to be concerned over family matters.”
I clench a fistful of my dress. “Lucky for you I’m doing this for free.”
His eyes return to the screen of his phone. “Don’t bother. I’m not going to dinner with Rowan and his girlfriend.”
“Zahra. Her name isZahra.”
“Her name is as irrelevant as her relationship is with my brother.”