Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Shit, what is wrong with me?
She dressed a turtle!
I hear a car door slam and pray it’s one of the bodyguards and not Dustin, but of course it’s Dustin because, well it’s Dustin. “Hey, we gotta get going, do you need a ride?”
No. She does not. She does not need a ride.
“Actually…” Scarlett looks up at me, peeking from behind gorgeous long lashes and an easy wide smile. “I do since we’re going to the same place. What a gentleman.”
“SHE DRESSED A TURTLE!” I don’t know why I’m yelling this, or why other people are staring at me like I’m the crazy one, but I immediately want to die on the spot.
“He was fine!” she says under her breath.
“Yeah, okay, choking on his own bowtie. Oh wait, isn’t that what your ex was doing during your vows?”
“Take it back!” She grabs my arm.
I jerk away. “No, you take it back.”
“Ha-ha,” Dustin spreads his arms wide, “We’re all friends here, let’s just get in the car, avoid any sort of PR disaster, and get to the winery where we drink all the wine and forget about turtles, exes, and burritos.”
She gasps. “Did you eat it all?”
“Oh no.” Dustin holds out the burrito I left. “It’s right here, if you’re hungry you should just”—she takes it and literally annihilates half of it with one bite—“um inappropriately take advantage of it and digest without chewing.”
I jerk it out of her hands and pop the rest of it into my mouth before climbing into the car and reaching for the bourbon. It’s going to be a long drive.
She follows suit. Dustin looks paler than I’ve ever seen him, and somehow, we’re suddenly on the road headed toward actual disaster aka her sister’s wedding to her ex-fiancé.
Cheers.
CHAPTER TEN
Scarlett
I’ve never experienced such a need to choke someone in my entire life while also wanting to kiss the crap out of them and beg them to hold me tight.
That’s Killian in a nutshell.
He’s too pretty to harm.
His smile is too genuine to be fake even when he probably is faking it.
He likes gas station burritos, damn him, and he’s a betrayer of all betrayal going to my sister’s wedding, how dumb is he? Maybe that’s it. He’s just dumb. I ask him to go with me and he says no, then on top of that he decides to go sing as if it’s like wedding number two for him just with a different bride!
I shriek.
Dustin, the assistant next to me, jumps a bit then scoots very far away from me like I’m minutes away from unaliving him, and Killian just smirks.
God did humanity a disservice with this one. He’s freaking gorgeous, and I swear on all burritos everywhere he just gets better looking the more you stare, which I’m one hundred percent not doing.
No, I’m just awkwardly staring at my hands, wondering if my dresses will look pretty enough for the wedding and praying Adrian makes it in time for the morning so I don’t look like a complete loser.
“So—” Dustin’s voice cracks. He’s one of those, the type who gets nervous and can’t control their tone. “Are you from the Seattle area or—”
“Small talk.” Killian interrupts. “Don’t waste your time, yes she is, yes she’s pretty, yes she’s—” His face suddenly pales.
Dustin leans forward and takes the glass of bourbon from his hand. “Are you okay? Are you sweating?”
“Um.” Killian’s stomach rumbles a bit. He touches it and coughs. “No, I’m good, bro, I’m good, just a bit car sick.”
“Should you sit in the front?” Dustin asks. “We can pull over—”
“Oh, he’s fine.” I grin. “He just needs a minute to collect himself and—” Suddenly my stomach gets a shooting pain. I can both feel and hear it.
Killian locks eyes with me.
I cling to that lock like his stare will save my life.
This isn’t good.
This doesn’t feel good.
Our nostrils flair at the same time as we whisper, “The burrito.”
Killian jumps for the door.
“We’re still moving!” Dustin yells.
“GET US OUT!” I scream back at him. “YOU DON’T KNOW!”
“NOBODY SHOULD KNOW!” Killian screams. “Damn it! Stop the car!”
“S-stop the car!” Dustin hits the ceiling. “Stop the car!”
The car jolts to a stop, sending me careening backward onto the seat before I clamber toward the nearest door.
Killian scrambles out his door, I tumble out mine. Dustin looks ready to puke he’s so nervous, but really all I’m nervous about is the fact that I clearly have food poisoning with a rockstar and the only solace I can have is that he does too.
“Don’t look at me!” I yell running off the side of the road in the opposite direction in search of a tree. At this point I don’t even know what I can do to make it better. I just know that something died inside both of us, and we may not make it through.