Don't Bite the Bridesmaid

by Allee, Tiffany

  He didn’t reply for a few seconds, as if searching for the right thing to say. “He’s an ass.”

  “Most people like Brent.”

  “Most people are idiots.” Yep, he was definitely still snippy about something.

  “That’s a bright and shiny outlook you have there.” She grabbed one of the pillows and tossed it at him. He caught it with ease. “I mean it. Thank you. You saved me out there.”

  He shrugged and looked away, tossing the pillow onto the couch. “When we have a minute, we need to get our stories straight.”

  “We’ve been dating a few months. You worship the ground I walk on.”

  A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Do I?”

  “Oh, yes. I was quite the catch for you.” Forcing herself off the bed, she rummaged through her suitcase and finally found it. The dress. The one she’d hoped to wear to knock Brent’s socks off—make him appreciate what he’d lost. She couldn’t regain the moment, but she might still be able to pull off some sort of good revenge.

  Noah searched through his bag, too, his back to her as he bent over the couch to peer inside. His muscles were hard, just as hard as she’d imagined, and backing into him had been like backing into a brick wall. If the wall happened to smell like nothing she’d ever smelled before. Something spicy and raw. Masculine.

  Noah Thorpe needed no cologne.

  Not to mention the strength in those hands. She couldn’t see them as he sorted, but the muscles in his back pressed against his shirt, and his wide shoulders were smooth and strong. Her breath quickened at the memory of him at her back, his skin only a shirt away from sliding against hers. His arms practically wrapped around her. And the strange feelings that washed over her when he was near. Aroused, sure. But more than that. Safe. Happy.

  As if sensing her thoughts, Noah stiffened and turned to face her. Her mouth went dry at the sight of that intense gaze. She licked her lips, and his eyes followed the motion.

  She glanced away. She wasn’t making a play for him, right? No. Not going to happen. He’d made it clear he wasn’t interested, and she was just as certain as he was that this should be kept friendly, but not too friendly. “So what did you and Brent talk about after Kristen dragged me away?”

  The tension broke like a bubble bursting, and he tugged a shirt from his bag. “He was fishing for information. Trying to figure out how long we’d been seeing each other. How serious we are.”

  Her hand stilled over her makeup bag. “And were you convincing?”

  “I’m not sure. Maybe.”

  “Well, I guess we’ll have to be convincing when we see them at dinner.”

  “I guess we will.”

  She looked back and arched an eyebrow at him. “I thought you weren’t one hundred percent behind this whole idea.”

  “That was before I met the ass. I don’t understand how someone like you could be with a guy like him,” he said.

  Her stomach dropped and she turned away. “Like I said, most people like him.” And she’d liked him, once upon a time. She’d loved him and had mentally planned a life with him. Those emotions and thoughts had come so readily to her only several months ago. Yet now, as she shared a boat with Brent, she couldn’t summon even a ghost of the emotion she’d once felt.

  She took a haggard breath. “Look, I know you don’t know me that well, and you probably don’t approve of this…farce. But I’d really appreciate it if you’d keep helping me. Please.”

  Noah didn’t reply, so she ducked into the bathroom to do her makeup and hair. When she emerged, he was ironing his shirt, and she noticed her dress had been pressed.

  “Thanks.” Was it possible he knew how much she loathed ironing?

  “Sure.” He didn’t look up from his shirt.

  She rushed through the rest of her preparations and noted Noah looked even more handsome in the black dress shirt he donned than the plain white polo shirt he’d worn to the ship. He was striking enough, in the simple outfit, to make her breath catch in her throat.

  “You ready?”

  She nodded. “Before we go, I should probably prepare you for my mother.”

  “Your mother? The same mother I spent the afternoon playing miniature golf with?”

  “She was pretty tame during golf. I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about her. She can come across as a bit of a…flirt. But at her core, she’s a romantic. She and my dad—well, they were sort of a fairy tale couple.” How did she explain without making her mother sound nuts? Who was she kidding—her mom was a little nuts. But she was also a strong, wonderful woman who loved her family dearly. “He’s been gone for a really long time. She gets lonely.”

  “I understand,” Noah said.

  He couldn’t—not really. But then, he wouldn’t really grasp the loving insanity of her mother until he spent some time with her. But Alice appreciated his words. “All right, then. Let’s go eat.”

  Sconces on the walls and small lights designed to look like candles set on the tables lit the room, and a quiet hum of classical music made the place feel relaxing and a bit romantic.

  Most of their party was already there. Cindy’s soon-to-be husband, Robert, and his cousin were laughing loudly and jovially as only the best of friends could. Cindy sat glowing between Robert and her mother. Edna’s escort was in attendance, and as Cindy had dished earlier in the week, he was far too young. Edna was pushing sixty, and the man on her left couldn’t be a day over forty. Only three seats remained, two right across from Edna and her escort, with the last on one end of the table.

  Alice glanced sharply at her sister and Cindy shrugged. They exchanged greetings. Noah pulled out her chair for her, and she gave him a small smile before turning to face her mother.

  “Brent said Kristen isn’t feeling well, so they moved us to a smaller table,” Edna said as Alice’s hand closed over her cloth napkin. “He’ll be along later.”

  She nodded politely, when she really wanted to point out that she hadn’t asked, nor did she care, where Brent was. She didn’t.

  “Funny,” Noah said, waving the waiter over, “she looked fine when we saw her a less than an hour ago.” The waiter arrived and Noah ordered something that sounded suspiciously French, but she didn’t catch the exact wording.

  “Oh,” Edna said, leaning over the table to peer at Noah. “You’ve met Brent, then?”

  Noah opened his mouth, no doubt to give her mother an education both of his opinion of Brent and knowledge of swear words, but Alice cut him off. “Mother, you haven’t introduced us to your friend.”

  “I’m sorry, dear. This is Jake. Jake, say hello to my daughter and her friend.”

  Jake nodded politely. The man was handsome; she’d give her mother that. He had hazel eyes, and the lines around his mouth suggested he always wore a smile. A fun guy, then. Just what Edna preferred.

  “Boyfriend,” Noah corrected. Cindy choked on her wine, turning wide eyes to her sister.

  “Boyfriend?” Edna asked, enunciating the word just so, to make sure she’d heard right. “I knew you wanted to add a friend to the group, but I didn’t realize it was someone you were seeing.” Edna laughed. “To be honest Noah, I had expected you to be a girl.”

  Noah didn’t reply vocally, but jerked his head in a quick nod.

  Alice closed her eyes. You can do this. It’s a tiny lie.

  Crap. This wasn’t fair. A little ruse to fool Brent was justifiable, deserved even. But lying to her mother? She’d planned to call Noah a friend—sort of true—and let her always-hopeful mom fill in the details of that friendship. That way it wouldn’t be such a lie.

  And she wouldn’t be such a liar.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were bringing a boyfriend?” Edna asked.

  “I—”

  “She didn’t want to steal Robert and Cindy’s thunder,” Noah replied smoothly.

  She shot him a thankful glance.

  “You should know your sister wouldn’t mind.” She picked up her wine glass
and waved a hand over it at one of the waiters. The man, dressed in a suit, regally refilled her glass and even returned her wink with a small grin.

  “You know Alice. Far too considerate for her own good,” Noah said.

  Edna grinned at Noah. Alice’s throat tightened painfully, and she nudged her plate toward the center of the table. No way was she going to be able to eat now. It wasn’t Noah’s fault. How could he know how hard her mother had been pushing her to date since she’d left Brent?

  “Oh, honey,” Edna said, “You’re so right about her. Why, I didn’t realize how well you knew her already. But you really get her, don’t you?”

  Noah’s head jerked back and he stared at her mom for a moment, silver tongue finally lacking a smooth reply.

  “Let’s not make a big deal about this, Mom,” Alice pleaded. She shot her sister a meaningful look. “This is Cindy’s week. Come on, let’s all drink some wine to Cindy and Robert.”

  Edna dragged her gaze away from Noah, but her chin was set to argue.

  “Yeah, Mom,” Cindy said. “Can’t I have a single week devoted to me? We can focus on Alice’s great news next week.”

  Such a statement was so unlike Cindy that Alice was certain her mother wouldn’t buy it. Cindy had her faults, but needing to be the center of attention wasn’t one of them. Not even during the week of her wedding.

  But finally, Edna’s shoulders relaxed and she smiled. “Of course, dear,” she said to Cindy. “Of course.” Again she waved down a waiter, and this time, he filled all the glasses at the table, with the help of one of the waitresses.

  “To the happy couple,” Alice said, holding her wineglass up. The table murmured their agreement, and Alice sipped at her wine. Smooth and rich, the red wine slid down her throat with only the slightest of bites.

  “To the happy couple,” Brent agreed loudly, sliding into a chair on the end of the table. He murmured an apology for being late. Noah sat a little straighter in his chair.

  “Has Alice asked you for your parent’s and grandparent’s names yet, Noah?” Cindy asked. “It’s her hobby, you know. Her little obsession.”

  Noah choked on his drink and Alice cringed. Could Cindy have made her hobby sound any weirder?

  “What is?” he finally managed after clearing his throat.

  “I like genealogy,” Alice said, before her sister could add some enigmatic yet awkward hint.

  “Oh yes.” Her mother gestured to Alice with her wine glass. “Alice has traced our family back to an earl of some sort.”

  Heat crept up Alice’s neck at Noah’s curious glance. “It was a duke.”

  “Any skeletons in your family’s history, Noah?” Cindy arched an eyebrow at him, and he paled slightly.

  “Feel free not to answer that,” Alice muttered, embarrassment making her want to crawl under the table.

  “None that I know of. So how did you two meet?” Noah asked Robert.

  Her appetite fled, and she forced a smile as she waited for the story she knew all too well. The pace the discussion was moving downhill, her mother would have naked bathtub pictures of her when she was a baby out of her wallet by the end of dinner.

  Robert shifted in his seat and his smile looked pasted on. “Actually, Alice and Brent introduced us.”

  Brent slapped his brother on the back and laughed. “What a night that was. Alice was upset because she’d gotten a B or something.” His gaze flitted to her, and she gritted her teeth to keep her smile fixed. “What was it again, ba—Alice?”

  Noah stiffened next to her and Alice wondered if he felt unwell. She glanced quickly up at him, but his face was impassive and his usual relaxed demeanor was in place.

  “No idea. It was so long ago.” She’d gotten a C on a final exam. Her first C. But she wasn’t about to admit to remembering that.

  “Anyway,” Cindy said, ice in her voice. “Keep going, Robert.”

  Robert grimaced at his soon-to-be wife’s tone, but knew better than to argue. “So it was supposed to be a small get together to celebrate Brent’s graduation. Not the big party, just informal with his close friends. I didn’t live in California at the time, but since I was in town visiting, Brent deigned to invite me.”

  Brent chuckled and Robert grinned at him. Robert looked so like his brother, but they were such different people. Had she really thought Robert boring compared to Brent? Brent had always seemed so full of life and dreams. Big ideas and big actions. Robert—sweet Robert—had always been so steady and quiet.

  “I took one look at this beautiful smile.” Robert touched Cindy’s cheek with a fingertip, and the look they gave each other made Alice’s eyes prick with moisture. “And I was lost.”

  As Robert and Cindy shared a chaste kiss, Alice blinked back tears. Robert was a good man. How had she ever considered him boring?

  The rest of dinner flew by without drama, but Alice spent the moments full of tension. Her body urging her to run, as if lying to her mother was something she could actually escape on foot. Trapped on a boat, no less.

  Noah and Alice said their goodbyes, and she watched him lean over her mother’s chair to plant a soft kiss on her cheek. She swallowed hard. He was so good with them. Charming and kind and always ready to laugh at her mother’s somewhat inappropriate jokes. A bit of the wall he always seemed to guard himself with seemed to have come down. For her mother, anyway.

  They headed out of the restaurant, and Alice tugged on Noah’s sleeve when they cleared the room out into the hallway.

  “I’m not exactly happy about lying to my mother, but thanks for being so…charming, I guess. Tonight.”

  And like she’d flipped a switch, his guarded look returned. “No problem. You play your part, and I’ll play mine.”

  “Part?” A slurred voice asked.

  Alice turned, already knowing who had just exited the restaurant to confront them.

  “What kind of part?” Brent stopped and leaned against the wall, eyes flashing triumph, like he’d really caught them admitting something of interest.

  But he hadn’t. “None of your business,” Alice said. Then she reached out and took Noah’s hand in her own, and then pulled him toward their room. “Come on, sexy, let’s go to bed.”

  Noah dropped her hand the second they rounded the corner away from Brent and his prying eyes, even though letting her go was the last thing he wanted to do. He wished he wasn’t so incensed, so he could savor the moment of Alice calling him sexy.

  And hell, to find out she was obsessed with—or at least very interested in—family history had almost made him even more tense. Thank God he’d sidestepped that conversation. His family history wasn’t something he could divulge. And if she decided to research his cover, she’d find exactly squat. He had to make sure the subject never came up again.

  He stalked back to their cabin, with Alice trailing at his heels. He should go. Get away from her for a while. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t mad at her—not exactly. He simply wasn’t safe to be around when he was feeling so intense. Blood rushed through his ears and he saw red. Every cell in his body pulsed with anger.

  But he ignored common sense and went into the cabin.

  “How the hell could you ever be with that—” he struggled to find a word bad enough to encompass Brent Strub, “—fucking asshole?” He crossed the room and closed the drapes, blocking the view of the ocean beyond. The view was dark and soothing, and he didn’t want to be soothed.

  Anger coated her expression, too. “What right do you have to judge me?”

  “Anyone would judge you, sweetheart. The guy is obviously a creep.”

  “You have no right. Not like you’re an expert on relationships. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a woman around your place for more than a single night. Not once in five years.”

  “You been looking?” he asked, and suddenly it was all he could do not to cross the two feet of carpet between them and take her into his arms. She was sexy as hell all the time, with her bright smile and fast wit.
But angry, she practically glowed with energy. She’d be just as fiery in bed, he was sure of it. All teeth and spirit.

  His canines lengthened in his mouth and his cock hardened in his jeans. Dammit. He turned away from her and took a deep breath to calm himself. “Tell me what happened with him.” Talking about her ex was the last thing on his mind, but it would calm him. Keep him from tossing her on the bed, shoving up that tight little dress and—

  Shit. He shook his head. Get a grip.

  “I was young, okay? I don’t have a good excuse. I was eighteen when I met Brent in college. By nineteen we were inseparable. And by the time I finished graduate school at twenty-four…” She took a deep breath and let it out in a ragged rattle of air as she sat heavily on the corner of the bed and then plucked nervously on the threads of the bright blue and purple bedspread. “Well, last year, right after college ended, I found out about him and Kristen. She was my best friend.”

  He turned to look at her. Annoyance laced her tone when she spoke of Brent, but sadness replaced it when she talked about her former friend.

  The rest of what she’d said sunk in. Shit. He’d known she was young, but twenty-five? He was a world-class jerk. Even after her confession, all he could think about was sinking his teeth into her neck. Sliding his hands under her dress. Making her call out his name.

  He should know better. She might very well see him as a man who didn’t look a day over thirty, but he hadn’t seen thirty in a very long time.

  He had to keep focused, and keep away from her. He sat on the couch and leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs.

  “You left him. After you found out.”

  “After I caught them together, yes. Brent wasn’t happy about it.” One of her dress straps had slid over her shoulder, revealing nothing but an inch more of her skin. A tiny bit of flesh, but tantalizing all the same. “But I’ve never seen him act with such venom.”

  He raised an eyebrow at that. People, in his experience—and he had a hell of a lot of experience with people—didn’t change all that much.

  “I know it was there, even if I was too close to see it at the time. Too entrenched in our relationship to think about what it meant. But this…” She shook her head and her brows scrunched together with worry. “He’s gotten worse. I almost feel bad for Kristen.”