Kicking Reality

I clear my throat. “Logan is single.”

“You’re an awful liar.”

“That’s the truth!”

“Uh huh.” She grins. “God, what do I do?”

“Look, just have some wine and relax. You’re beautiful. Men love you. I mean, really, how good looking are we talking?”

She grabs my hand and drags me outside the room and to the top of the stairs, the void opens to the main foyer where partygoers stood around. She points to a man standing in the corner, chatting with some other men. It didn’t matter which one he was because the three of them were as hot as fuck. The lighter-haired one is tall with a handsome face and sharp jaw. It was like jaw porn. The darker-haired one is wearing glasses and dressed in a plain white tee and jeans. Totally glasses porn. The third one looks slightly older, dressed much smarter and looks like a model from a designer magazine. We stood a fair distance away, but even from here, I could see he had lighter eyes similar to those of Logan. Great . . . more eye porn.

This party just got interesting.

Now I understood her predicament.

“Oh . . . you’re so screwed,” I say without thinking.

“I told you!” she hisses. “What could be worse than this?”

“How about almost fucking your brother’s best friend only to be interrupted by a friend who is hopelessly pining for her brother-in-law?”

She turns to face me, eyebrows raised and eyes wide full of shock. “I thought you guys were just flirting. You’re engaged.”

“Nope. Wes fucked two hookers while snorting crack and everything you see filmed is a lie.”

We both fall silence, staring into the crowd with heavy shoulders.

“We’re both screwed.”

“Yep,” I quip. “So, your brother-in-law?”

“Noah,” she corrects me. “His nickname is Mr Rebound. Before he met my sister, he was known for preying on broken women.”

“What’s new? Wesley does that now and he’s supposedly committed.”

She bumps my shoulder, laughing then quickly apologizes. “We should probably head back. Your camera crew looked pissed off.”

“Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I guess I have to go say hello.”

“I’ll come with you,” I offer. “You know, for moral support.”

She laughs quietly. “C’mon.”

We both walk downstairs weaving in and out of the crowd till we’re standing beside Noah and his friends. I could see the awkward exchange between Scarlett and Noah, but move on as she introduces me.

“Haden Cooper runs the publishing house that published my book,” she says proudly of the man wearing the glasses. “Lex Edwards owns a few studios in town and his wife is also my lawyer.”

The older guy has these very green eyes, almost like emerald. It’s hard to concentrate and not be rude by staring at them.

“And Noah is my brother-in-law.”

“Nice to meet you all. I’m Emerson.”

Haden snickers. “Oh, we know who you are.”

I smile politely, holding back the flirtatious eye-batting. “Is that a good thing or bad thing?”