“The kiss.” The kiss at the end of the ceremony is everything. It’s the picture the couple hangs over their mantle for the next million years.
Nick nods and flips the coin. “Call it.”
I stick with my previous choice. “Heads.”
Nick catches and flips the coin. My stomach sinks. “Wow, you have really bad luck. What are the odds of losing all three?”
I roll my eyes, not wanting to answer before I walk away but I can’t help myself. “It won’t matter where I stand. I’ll still get a better shot than you.” Well, that’s what I say out loud, my face serene and my smile placid. Inside my head, I’m screaming, throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old, but with more expletives.
Nick uses a smooth voice. “I like this side of you.” I don’t look back at him and instead keep my eyes focused on Sophie. “I hope it’s there when you lose. That confidence borders on defiance. I already have plans for us and that’ll make it all the more pleasant. See you around, Wendybird.”
When I turn to look back at him, Nick has his arms folded over his chest and a single brow raised. He smirks at me, like he knows he’s already won. “Don’t call me that.” I shoot him the bird and keep walking.
My mother gasps, horrified, as I pass her, but only one voice is laughing.
CHAPTER 16
Deegan falls into step beside me. “Wow. You guys get along great.” He’s clean and looks nice in his suit, but like everyone else, he’s got a brow beaded with sweat. The night air is thick and soupy. It’s the kind of humidity that you can almost see.
I stare at the ground as I walk in swift, determined strides. “Yeah, that’s the asshole who’s trying to put me out of business. We just tossed a coin for the key locations to shoot from during the wedding and I lost all three times.” Figures. I have horrible luck. Part of me says it doesn’t matter, that I’m a creative genius (or lunatic depending on who you talk to), but my point is that I will find a better spot, a better shot. Losing the coin tosses won’t screw me. I ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that insists I’m totally screwed.
Deegan’s brows lift as his mouth gapes. He looks like a grouper or an orange roughy. Actually, I’ve never seen that fish, except on the menu at Red Lobster. Damn, I’m hungry. I glance at Deegan and notice how yummy he looks. The glance doesn’t go unnoticed.
Deegan grins and gives me a sweet smile. “Well, maybe I can help you take your mind off both the Sith Lord and your camera-wielding nemesis after dinner. Sophie mentioned you know the island pretty well and that there’s a mermaid cove not far from here.”
I laugh and try to hide my blush by turning away and making my hair fall forward. I press my camera to my face and snap a picture, mostly to hide my embarrassment. When we were little, we pretended we were mermaids and nicknamed the spot mermaid cove. “She told you about the cove, huh?”
“Yup, sure did.” Deegan places his hands behind his back and walks next to me.
“Did she mention that mermaids wear clothes and only appear for girls?”
“I’m down with that.” He lifts his palms up like he means no harm. “It’d still be fun to see with the right person. Between the Imperial March and the shower curtain rumors, I think you’re the right person.”
My face flames redder. “Oh God, you heard about that, too?” At least he didn’t add ‘crotch grabber’ to the list.
“Saw it.” I make a noise and try to walk away, but he takes me by the elbow and turns me toward him. “Have you ever heard the expression, imperfectly perfect? Well, that’s you.” Deegan offers a shy smile.
My stomach twists so hard I can’t look at him. This feels like high school and he’s my first crush. What happened to the confident woman who offered to castrate Nick Ferro? Tucking my hair behind my ear, I nod. I look up at him from under my lashes, not meaning to do it, but it happens anyway, “You made that expression up, but yes to the walk anyway.”
“Okay, Mermaid. See you after dinner.” Deegan returns to the wedding party and resumes his place by Steven. Nick watches us speaking, but keeps his distance. There’s possessiveness in Nick’s eyes that surprises me. I’m not his. I can talk to anyone I like. I could sleep with Deegan and Nick can’t stop me. Maybe I should be the slutty bridesmaid for once and have a fling with Deegan. God knows I brought enough sexy panties.
CHAPTER 17
The moonlight is stunning. It dances across the dark water. Deegan and I sit hip-to-hip in the darkness, perched on the edge of a large rock that is submerged in the sand and extends out into the water. Our shoes are behind us. We walked barefoot to the edge and put our feet in. It conjures memories of the other night with Nick.