Page 37 of The Vegan Vamp


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"Do you make a habit of stalking people?" I asked her.

My brothers were watching us like we were Serena and Venus smacking the ball back and forth to each other across the tennis court.

"Not usually," she drawled, her eyes beginning to spark with interest at my discomfort. "But since you haven't brought her around yet, I thought this one might be serious."

"It is," I snapped. "Serious. We're very serious."

She held up her hands like she was in a stand-off. "Okay, weirdo. I get it. You're -" she made air quotes, "serious."

Copper laughed and tried to cover it up with a cough.

"No. No air quotes. Weareserious." My innards were churning with annoyance and the desire to make them understand. To make myself understand, too. "In fact, we're so serious, we're planning a summer wedding."

Oh.

Oh gods.

What in the everloving hell made me blurt that out?

"Whaaaaat?" my sister screeched. "Sterling that's amazing!"

"What the hell?" Copper declared.

"Dude," Bronze said, shaking his head at me.

"Uhhhh," I said and promptly shoved a ton of mashed potatoes in my mouth to keep myself from saying something else completely ludicrous.

Meanwhile, my sister pulled out her cell phone and immediately started to dial, but my mouth was too full to keep from protesting, so it came out like, "Mmmmfffooooooo."

"Moira," Bronze said, "don't do that. Let Sterling do it." Bronze glared at me. He knew my ass was lying.

Copper leaned back in his seat so far the first two legs came off the floor. A shit-eating grin crossed his face and he didn't say a word in my defense.

Moira, in turn, rolled her eyes at Bronze, and didn't bother to hang up. I lunged across the table to swipe her phone but she deftly moved to the right without even getting out of her seat. My elbow hit the gravy boat in my desperate attempt to stop her and Copper whistled low. "Mom's going to be pissed about that. We're using her favorite tablecloth tonight."

"Mom!" Moira cried.

I swallowed the potatoes that had now turned to glue in my mouth. "Moira," I croaked.

"STERLING IS GETTING MARRIED!"