“WHAT DO YOU think about this, baby?” Amelia calls out and I grind my teeth at the nickname. Elli hated it and so do I. It’s too sweet. Too generic.
Walking over to her, I look at the sample of plates they have out before us to taste. They all look like overpriced shit, if you ask me. But what do I know? “Doesn’t matter,” I say, pulling out my cell from my jeans pocket and walking away to get some privacy.
I pull up the camera footage just in time to see Corbin’s eyes look at me through the screen as if he knows I’m watching, then Kira slams the bedroom door in his face. My sister walks over to the bed and I watch Elli bury her face into the pillow. Kira rubs her back, but Elli pushes her away.
“Babe?” Amelia barks out. “What are you doing?” She’s in front of me the next second, trying to get a look at my phone.
I lock it, narrowing my eyes on her. Opening my mouth to speak, it rings in my hands.Tysonlights up the screen. “Hello?” I answer, stepping away once again to put some distance between us.
“It’s done. You have a meeting. Friday morning. Ten a.m.,” he answers in greeting, getting to the point. “Meet me at Blackout. I’ll drive.”
“You’re coming too?” I can’t help but ask. Surprised by that.
“That’s the only way they’ll see you,” he growls, obviously not pleased with the situation but understanding how important it is to me.
I nod to myself. “Thanks, man.” Knowing that I’m not only going to owe Ryat but I’m also going to owe Tyson as well.
He hangs up without another word and I turn to see Amelia glaring at me. Arms crossed over her paid-for chest. “Why is Tyson Crawford calling you?” she demands, pushing a hip out.
“It’s nothing.” I give her my back, going to look at the camera again.
She grabs my arm, her nails digging into my skin, making me grind my teeth. “Easton—”
“None of your goddamn business,” I snap, spinning back around to face her. Silence falls over the room. All eyes are now on me.
The woman who is helping us plan our wedding gasps. Her eyes wide, hand now over her injected lips.
Fuck this day.
I reach into my back pocket and remove my wallet. Handing my card to Amelia, I say, “Get whatever you want. Just don’t expect me to care.” Then I walk out the front door and go to my car. I fall into the driver’s seat and pull up the camera footage.
Elli is lying in the bed, eyes closed. She looks to be asleep. Pulling up the rest of the house where I’ve installed cameras, I see Corbin and my sister in the living room. I turn on the volume to the max setting to listen in.
“Why did you tell her all that?” she growls at him. “Elli is fragile.”
“Like I said, she deserved to know.” He shrugs. “Sin’s marrying Amelia. The poor girl needs to get over it and move on.”
“Oh, because that’s so easy.” Kira laughs but it holds no humor. “Would I be that easy to get over?”
“Kira,” he snaps. “Don’t start…”
“What would you do if I dumped you to marry someone else? Hmm? You’d just let me walk away?”
“That’s different.” Corbin runs a hand through his hair.
“That’s a cop-out if I’ve ever heard one.” She rolls her eyes and steps away from him.
He reaches out, grabbing her upper arm, and spins her around. She goes to push him away, but he pulls her in, kissing her.
I go back to the camera in the bedroom, not wanting to watch that shit, and see the bed now empty. I sit up straighter.Where the fuck did she go?
Pulling up another camera, I look at the bathroom. It shows her walking up to one of the double sinks. Her hand over her face. She turns on the faucet and cups the water, rinsing out her mouth.
I turn on the volume as my sister enters. “Knock, knock.”
Elli looks up at her, tears silently falling down her puffy face.
“You okay?” she asks softly.