Going Wild (The Wild Ones Book 2)(23)

“You weirdos are acting weirder than usual.”

“Kylie! Damn it, get this fucking bag off my head and untie me,” Benson growls.

“Can’t do that until it’s closer to time,” I say, then decide I can tear the bag off his head.

Hale makes a sound of protest, but I whip the sack off before he can stop me, and Benson turns a cold, somewhat scary look toward his two brothers-to-be.

“This time, I won’t let Lilah stop me from killing both of you,” he bites out.

They just grin at him.

I hold the tux up. “You have to get this on him,” I say, wiggling the bag.

“We can manage that,” Hale says.

Benson looks at me, confused, then to the bag, and back at them. Slowly, his lips tilt up in a smile.

“I’m getting married, aren’t I?” he asks.

I cock my head, grinning. “Yep. Lilah is being wrangled into her dress as we speak.”

All of the sudden, his arms come around the front of his body, his ropes falling off his hands.

“What the hell?” Killian barks, looking at Benson as he bends and starts untying his feet.

“You really think Lilah hasn’t tied me up and tried to leave me on the bed all day a few times now? I learned a long time ago how to get free from ropes, even before I started dating her, because I knew one day I would be dating her.”

Hale turns a little green.

“That just made the list of things you should never tell us again.” Killian shudders.

Benson grins as he straightens and comes to take the tux from me. “Go. They’ll need help with Lilah. Just get her ready. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Well, that was easier than expected,” I say to the two sulking boys as Benson disappears into a room.

“Really wanted to beat him into submission,” Killian sighs.

Killian and Hale’s eyes shift to the door, and they both grin at the same time. I start to turn around, when I hear a voice that has me freezing to my spot.

“Did I miss the kidnapping?”

Slowly, painfully slowly, I turn around, knowing I have to be delusional.

My eyes collide with a set of too-familiar blues, and my heart tries to kick out of my chest when I see a ghost. Well, not a real ghost. Just someone who has to be an apparition or hallucination because there’s no possible way he’s in Tomahawk.

He looks surprised for a second, but then his lips leisurely curve in that unforgettable, panty-melting smile.

“This is the last place I ever thought I’d run into you. Not exactly how I imagined it,” he says, taking a step toward me.

Liam. Liam freaking Harper. It’s Liam. Hey, did I mention I see Liam?

Crazy town train, stop one complete.

I stumble backwards, and he stops his advance, arching an eyebrow at me as he smirks. I’m still too stunned and worry about what happens if I talk back to my hallucinations. I think those books said to never do that.

He’s just as devilishly gorgeous as I remember, if not sexier. Because he’s not in a pair of jogging shorts. He’s not wearing a T-shirt.

No, he’s in a suit. A perfectly fitted suit that screams for attention, because he looks like sex and sin wrapped up in a designer package.

Lilah’s words slowly sink in. Her neighbor who’s been here for over a month because of a girl he barely knew…

I think back to hearing whispers of the sexy man living next to the Vincents.

The man who just walked into this cabin like he’s friends with the two craziest fools on this corner of the lake.

The man I never saw fitting into my world at all.

“I joined the challenge committee,” he says seriously, as though he’s somehow explaining why he’s here, and I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh.

“Smooth. Real smooth,” Hale says from somewhere behind me, letting me know this is really happening and it’s not a hallucination.

Liam shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes screw shut.

“This really isn’t how I wanted to see you for the first time. Give me a minute.”

My smile falls away as reality comes back into play.

“Why are you in Tomahawk?” I ask.

He looks at me as if I’m the one who is insane. Usually, that’s a fair assessment, but under the circumstances…

“Why else would I be in Tomahawk?” he asks incredulously. “I’m here because of you.”

Yeah, I’m in one of the four corners of crazy for a reason. I totally find it romantic. And if I hadn’t had an eye-opening glimpse into his life, I’d already be on him and riding him right in front of the Vincent boys.

But I’m not stupid. Liam may be in Tomahawk now, but it’s sure as hell not a long-term fix. He loved the city. He loved his life. When he wasn’t hurt, he loved being showy and flashy and surrounding himself with people who take note of how prestigious he is.