My Darling Bride(66)

I feel as if I’m going to be sick.

Brody squeezes my shoulder. “Don’t make assumptions about his feelings for her, Emmy.”

“He told me he still loved her,” I say as Graham nods to Divina and leaves her to talk to his father.

“Forget that. The bad guy approaches,” Brody says conspiratorially as he nudges his head at Holden, headed in our direction from across the room. “It’s not just that Holden slept with Divina behind my brother’s back. He’s always been jealous of our father’s attention. Ten bucks says he’ll mention how Graham isn’t next to you right now or throw in the fact that our mother came from nothing.”

“Is his mother here?” My eyes search the room.

Brody chuckles. “She won’t step in this house because it’s the one Dad lived in with us. It’s always been my theory that my mother stole Father away from Holden’s mom.”

“Your mom was the other woman?” It would explain some of the animosity Holden feels.

Brody nods. “My mother was much younger.” He waves his hand. “And you, my dear, are perfection. Tell me, when you yanked him into your room at the motel, did you have sex?”

I send him a pointed look, and he pouts.

“He won’t tell me either. That aside, he does care about you.”

“How do you know?”

“A cat litter box. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but he bought one. It’s waiting for your little pet.”

We watch Holden get closer, and I feel the eyes of people watching him, watching us.

Brody smothers a breath. “It’s like we’re in some kind of court intrigue as he walks to us. You’re the queen, and I’m your adviser, trying to protect you from the lord who’s plotting to steal your throne.”

I giggle. “He’s greedy and wants to steal your inheritance. All he needs is some white hose, a sword, and a hat with a feather in it. Maybe a wig and some powder on his face. Oh, is this the French court or the English? Should we speak French, mon ami?”

Brody snorts. “Ma chérie, I adore you. And here his is, le méchant . . .”

The villain.

“Congratulations on your wedding,” Holden says as he reaches us, wearing a smirk as he runs his eyes over me. “It seems your groom has left you alone.”

“Bingo, ten bucks,” Brody whispers to me, then says louder, “I’m here, dear brother. She’s not alone at all.” He tips his martini at him.

Holden dismisses him with a veiled look, then turns to me. “And where’s your family, Emmy? Are you an orphan like Brody’s mother?”

“Bingo again,” Brody says as he lifts his glass.

I smile tightly at Holden. One thing I’ve learned is sometimes it’s best to confront a prickly issue before someone else does; that way, they’ll have no power over you. “I assumed you knew all about my family since you’ve kept a photographer outside my apartment. Yes, I grew up in the turmoil of domestic abuse, and in the end, my mother shot my father, then left us. That’s it. You won’t find much else about me.”

“You’ve got a backbone. Some women don’t.” His eyes dart to his wife as his lip curls in distaste.

“How vicious you are,” I say.

Holden smiles, although it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You’ll fit in well. Although I am concerned about how long you’ll last.”

A knot forms in my stomach.

He leans in too close, his lemony cologne wafting around me. “Be honest—what’s he giving you to marry him?”

“Sweet, sweet love,” I say as I put a hand over my heart.

His teeth flash. “There’s going to be a big story coming out—your lovers’ quarrel with Kian in Vegas, your mad dash to Arizona, then you stealing Graham’s car. We’ll add an eyewitness, of course, the clerk at the motel. Your past will be splashed around. In the end, it will convince everyone that Graham coerced you into marrying him.”

Brody stiffens next to me.

I laugh. “And when you say all that, all I hear is a Cinderella story about a girl who falls for the guy she meets after a horrible ex-boyfriend experience.”

“A random person stole my car and wrecked it,” Graham says tightly as he joins our group. He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my fingers as his eyes search my face. “Hello, darling. Is Holden bothering you?”

I can’t quite meet his gaze. “Hardly. Family is the same everywhere. Complicated.”

We’re saved from further conversation as Graham’s father quiets the room by clinking a spoon against his glass.

He smiles at everyone. “Thank you for coming tonight as we celebrate Emmy and Graham.” His eyes brush over me before landing on Graham. “Congratulations. I wish you both the very best in life and love.” He pauses, his throat moving as he seems to gather himself. “I wish with all my heart that your mother were here tonight. Cheers.”

“My turn,” Brody says as he clears his throat and raises his martini. “For my brother and Emmy, may their love be as big and wonderful as mine for Cas.”

Cas, who’s across the room with Mina, smiles brilliantly at him.

“I’m next,” Holden says dryly as he looks around the room before stopping on Divina. He raises his glass. “To Divina, for giving up Graham so he could find Emmy.”