Even though that would’ve simplified things, considering Bo was his best friend. It wouldn’t exactly be easy to be mated to someone when his closest friend that was basically his brother—who was actually my brother—hated me.
The blood connection between Artie and me wasn’t even the most complicating factor.
I cleaned the microwave for much longer than I needed to.
When Bo walked over and peered inside, discovering my avoidance, I let out a long breath and stopped.
He plucked the rag from my hand, ignored my scowl, and carried it over to the sink.
I followed him.
What else was I going to do? Socialize on my own?
No thanks.
“Looks like we’re about done,” Emily said. Her voice was upbeat. “Madison and I can take the SUV while you guys drive the moving truck, Art.”
I stiffened.
No way.
I had already survived the wedding that day. Jumping into a car with the sister-in-law I’d never met before was way too much.
Bo’s hand brushed my arm lightly. “Great. Thanks.”
I flashed him a glare.
He gave me a small smile.
The bastard was lucky he’d saved my life that morning, or I’d be fighting the urge to punch his stupidly attractive face.
Bo rinsed the rag out, tossed it in the trash, and pulled the bag out of the bin. He tied the top, taking my hand with his free one as he headed toward the front door.
He was basically dragging me behind him, but no one commented on it.
Bo dropped the bag in the dumpster before pulling me over to the vehicles, which were parked next to each other. Artie and Emily were talking, their bodies and faces close to each other.
I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose.
Someone being in love with Artie was just wrong.
Bo opened the passenger door to their small SUV and gestured for me to get in. I glared at him again, but reluctantly sat down.
“You’ll be fine,” he murmured. “She’s nice.”
My nostrils flared. “You like Artie. Your opinions are skewed.”
“Maybe.” He rustled my hair, messing up the strands before he stepped back and shut the door, trapping me inside.
I glowered at him from within it, and his lips twitched.
I mouthed, “I hate you.”
He mouthed back, “You’ll be fine.”
I flipped him off, and the bastard legitimately stuck his tongue out at me.
The drivers’ door opened, and my head swung back to neutral position. Bo walked around the front of the car, headed for the moving truck.
