“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. Tyson lights 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.
“Fine,” Elli answers and starts to walk back toward the bedroom.
“Did you get sick again?” my sister asks her.
“I’m fine, Kira.” Elli ignores her question.
“Are you pregnant?” Kira asks, and Elli comes to a stop.
She slowly turns around to face my sister. “No.” Shaking her head, she runs a hand through her tangled hair.
“Are you sure? Maybe you should take a test,” my sister offers, her voice so low that she sounds afraid to even put the thought into Elli’s head but also concerned for her friend’s health.
“I’m not pregnant, Kira. I’m on birth control,” Elli argues, getting irritated. Turning, she goes to walk off again when my sister speaks.
“But what if you are?”
Elli’s shoulders fall and she sighs heavily, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, she goes into the master suite and crawls back into bed, pulling the covers up and over her head to block out the world and her best friend.
ELLINGTON
I SIT AT the restaurant, staring at my water. Kira’s words keep echoing in my head that I might be pregnant.
It’s not possible. But that would be my luck, right? Having Sin’s baby. The universe fucking me one last time. I highly doubt my future husband wants to raise another man’s child. Hell, I’ve already got his name tattooed on me. At least that can be covered up with another one. And my mom said it yesterday that I was lucky a Lord even wants me. Add a child and fuck that shit.
A part of me hopes I am. It’ll give me an out. I’ll tell the Lord that I’m supposed to marry I’m pregnant and maybe he’ll throw me to the side, and I’ll get to go on with my life. Alone. Far away from here where nobody knows me. Sin will be busy with his wife and starting a family with her, he’ll never even think about me, let alone look for me. The thought makes my breath catch and chest tighten.
“Ellington?”
I look up to my mother who sits across from me. “Yeah?”
She sighs, her eyes falling to her phone Checking the time, I’m sure. Counting down the minutes until she gets to leave. I don’t even know why she wanted to go to lunch with me anyway. And I don’t know why I crawled out of bed in the first place today. I didn’t even brush my hair or take a shower. Just threw on a pair of shorts and T-shirt along with some tennis shoes and walked out the door.
Standing, she gets my attention once again and I see her smile. “Darling.”
Lincoln comes up to the table and I roll my eyes. Of course, he’s here. I’m not surprised that she didn’t tell me we were having a guest. Why would she want to eat with me alone?
He kisses her cheek and then looks at me. “Elli, it’s good to see you out of the house.”
I say nothing.
“I hope you ladies don’t mind but I brought company.” He gestures to my right, and I look over, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Of course not,” my mother says excitedly.
The kid leans over and shakes my mother’s hand, and she blushes. His green eyes meet mine and I feel like I’m going to puke again. It’s him. The kid from James’s office, then their reception.
“Ellington.” He nods to me and takes the seat to my right.
I stare at him wide-eyed, unable to speak, trying to hold down the piece of toast I managed to eat for dinner last night.
“Elli, don’t be rude, honey,” my mother scolds me. “I’m sorry, she’s not feeling well.”
She’s right. I was, but not now.
“That’s quite all right.” He gives her a dazzling smile. “We can do this another time.” Pushing up from the chair, he goes to leave but my mother stops him.
“No, please. Sit down. She’ll be okay. She just needs some food in her system.”
“I’ll get the server,” Lincoln says, standing and leaving us alone with the surprise guest he brought.
“Who are you?” I ask, unable to stop myself. Why is he here? With Lincoln, of all people?
He looks at me, his green eyes drop to my chest for a quick glance before meeting mine. “I’m Chance Beckham. But everyone calls me Becks.” His shoulders are back, chest bowed like he’s proud of that name. Like I should know who the fuck he is.
I don’t.
“Elli,” my mother calls my name and I look over at her. She’s smiling, her teeth on full display. She looks so happy it makes my stomach knot. “Chance here is Lincoln’s nephew.”
My breath hitches.
“And he’s going to be your husband.”
