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“And I’m taking you to that wedding dress thing today,” Brock rumbled. When her eyebrows shot up, he forged on, “You know you’ll end up going, but this way I can get you in and out as quickly as possible.”

“And tonight, we’re all going to my tailor.”

“What?”

We all stared at Hunter, which just had him smirking.

“One of us is going to take you to this engagement party, so we need to look sharp. I already have a suit.” I let out a little growl, Brock looking similarly pissed. “So the guys need something to wear just in case you make the fatal mistake of choosing one of them instead of me. Also…” He looked her up and down slowly. “Your mother wants you to wear something fancy to this party. No one said that has to be a dress.”

Jamie in a suit, tailored to fit her curves? Damn, it had me thinking things I had no right to. As I stared, imagining just that, I caught the moment she flushed.

“A suit?”

“You can try some things on, see what you think.” Hunter stepped closer to Jamie. “Maybe you’ll find something you like instead of something your mother will tolerate. Something that’ll make the party enjoyable even.”

“Are we still talking about suits?” she asked, eyes narrowing, but my twin just grinned before pulling away.

“C’mon, dickhead,” he said to me. “We have to get going or we’ll be late for work.”

“And you need to start your day right,” Brock told Jamie, holding up her coffee. She made gimme gimme hands as she reached for it, but he just used them as a means to drag her closer. “But you need to pay for your coffee first.”

As he pressed her against the nearest car, kissing her senseless, my feet began to drag. I wanted to be right there with Brock, but Hunter pushed me onwards.

“Don’t go getting jealous,” he instructed. “We’ve got a job to do today and then a much more pleasant one to do tonight. See you two at seven!”

Jamie looked up then and I couldn’t help but stare, taking in her own wide-eyed stare, her parted lips. For the first time, seeing her kissing someone else didn’t feel like a punch to the guts. Instead, compelling visions of Brock kissing her, then Hunter, then me filled my mind, ones where I pulled her close, whispering filthy things in her ears as they drew closer.

“Now you’re getting it,” Hunter said with a broad grin.

“You’re gonna be a total prick about this, aren’t you?” I picked up speed to keep pace with him. “Aren’t you?”

“I don’t want to be prick.” He stopped and looked back at the two of them, one kiss seeming to blend into another. “I just want to be right.”

Only time would tell if he would be.

Chapter 50

Jamie

“You look fine.”

Brock met me downstairs mid-afternoon, after I’d scrubbed my hands and brushed my hair, then stripped off my overalls. I had done my best to look as presentable as possible, but the break to my morning routine meant I hadn’t really put thought into what I was wearing. Grabbing the t-shirt and jeans at the top of the clean clothes pile, I’d just pulled them on and headed for the door with little thought about going to a dress shop, so when I looked down and saw faded, distressed cotton, I knew this wouldn’t go well.

“Everything will be fine,” he informed me, as if that was enough to make it so. “C’mon, we don’t want to be late on top of everything else.”

I’m not sure the ladies would’ve noticed if I was, because as the bell on the door announced my presence to everyone, it felt like I walked into an explosion of white satin, silk, and lace. That and many, many excited voices told me exactly where I needed to be.

“Ring me if you need out of here early,” Brock said in a low voice, making it look like he was whispering sweet nothings into my ear, not escape plans. “I will drop everything and come grab you the minute you say so. I’ll just be around the corner at a cafe, and I can invent some work emergency to get you out, got it?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer, as every woman’s head turned my way.

“Jamie!” Nadia was sweet, sweeter than Frankie ever deserved, and I saw that in the way her face lit up. She was dressed in a stunning, white-satin sheath and she dropped down from the small podium where everyone was fussing over her and shimmied my way. “You made it? I wasn’t sure if you could get away from work.”

“She begged me,” Brock said and I shot him a dark look. “Said she couldn’t possibly miss this important of an event in her future sister-in-law’s life.”

“Oh my god, really?” She was going to hug me. My whole body stiffened in response, but I let a breath out and leaned into it, catching the shop assistant’s look of alarm. I held my hands out, hovering them awkwardly, so as to not mark the satin. “And who’s this big, tall specimen? One of your roster of hot boyfriends?”

“My boss,” I replied.