My Brother's Best Friend(52)

“Nice,” she said. “I definitely have to go shopping with you if you can find those for nearly half off.”

“Sure, anytime.”

Mitch emerged from the bedroom in a nice suit and tie just as Emily walked down the stairs clad in her own ensemble. “Does she know Devin is coming?” I whispered softly to Mitch.

“I might have said something to Megan, and Em just happened to overhear.”

I shook my head. “Devin’s going to hate you so bad.” I almost smiled at the hilarity of it all.

“Okay, let’s go,” Mitch announced and soon enough we were piled into his Mercedes and driving to the theatre.

Devin was waiting outside by the ticket booth when we walked up. “I bought the tickets already. It’s the least I can do if you’re doing dinner,” he said to Mitch, but his eyes kept wandering to gaze at me.

“Thanks, man. Oh, and sorry in advance. I created a monster.”

Devin didn’t need to ask what he meant because right about that time Emily walked up to Devin. “Thank you, Devin. It was sweet of you to buy our tickets.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming. I would have gotten a child’s ticket had I known. I’ll go get one now.”

Emily huffed and grabbed one of the tickets from his hand. “I’m not a child.”

“You sure act like it,” I blurted out.

Mitch hit my arm, chastising me for my comment.

We walked in the theatre and Mitch offered to buy drinks and popcorn if we saved him a seat. “Em, can you help me?”

She huffed angrily, knowing what he was doing. “I prefer not to.”

“Too bad. Stay here and help me.”

The rest of us walked ahead and entered the theatre, looking for seats. I was the first one in, followed by Devin and then Megan. She left a spot open for Mitch and we waited patiently, watching the pre-preview ads.

“You look amazing,” Devin whispered.

I smiled over at him then quickly glanced to Megan. She was watching the screen. “No funny stuff. Mitch will be right next to you.”

“I wasn’t going to try anything,” he said softly as he maneuvered to take his jacket off. He draped it over his lap slightly over me and moved his hand underneath to stroke my thigh. I jumped slightly and glanced at Megan to make sure she didn’t notice anything. She was watching the screen and every so often watching for Mitch to come in.

I moved my hand under the jacket and grabbed his hand, taking it in mine. “If you keep doing that, this whole theatre will get a show before the show.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” he whispered.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but if you’re going to play dirty…”

I let go of his hand and moved mine to his inner thigh. Before I could do anything more, Devin’s hand stopped me. “That’s cruel.”

I smiled. “I’m sorry. It’s just, now you know what you were doing to me.”

“Fair enough,” he said, taking my hand in his and entwining our fingers. “I’ll just be content to hold your hand then.”

I glanced over again at Megan and saw her waving at Mitch. Emily walked up first and stepped over Megan to sit next to Devin. “Emily,” Megan said, “that’s for Mitchell.”

“Whatever. I want to sit here,” she said, plopping down next to Devin. He let go of my hand and stood up. “Mitch can sit here then,” he said, moving to the other side of me. He pushed up the arm rest between us and draped his jacket back over our laps.

“I’m cold, Devin. Can I use your jacket?” she tried once more. I was afraid she would pull the jacket away before waiting for a response and find our entwined fingers.

“You should have brought your own jacket, Emily,” Mitch said, sitting down next to her.

“Whatever,” she said angrily. “I’m going to find my own seat.” She stood up and walked past Devin and I and sat three rows below us.

Mitch shook his head. “Here, I got drinks and popcorn.” He handed me two cups and a bag of popcorn.

“Thanks, Mitch.”

He nodded his head and whispered something to Megan before he leaned over. “We’re going to go sit with Em. You can stay here. I just think we better keep an eye on her.”

I nodded my head and watched as Mitch and Megan stood up and walked down to Emily’s row.

“Well, that’s convenient,” Devin whispered in my ear.

I turned to look at him and smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey, beautiful, I’ve missed these lips,” he said and before I could stop him, he pressed his lips to mine.

I melted into his touch and even lifted my hand to his face. The lights grew darker and I pulled away. “It’s starting.”