She put her hands on her hips. "Aren't you gonna stick up for me?"
"For what?"
"He just insulted my eyelashes!"
Devon took a step back. "Yeah, but they're notreallyyours."
She looked like a viper about to strike. When she spoke, she practically hissed."Whatdid you say?"
He shifted. "I just mean…it's not like you grew them yourself."
She threw up her hands. "Oh, for God's sake. You don't get anything, do you?"
Devon's gaze drifted to Maisie, and it lingered longer than was decent. Softly, he said, "No. I guess I don't."
Judging from the look in his eyes, I wasn't the only one who saw Maisie as therealprize.
I felt a grin split my face.Sorry, fucker. Maisie wasminenow.
Not Devon's.
Dumbass.
I slipped an arm casually around Maisie's waist before returning my attention to Sierra. "So, whyareyou here?"
Watching us, Sierra yanked Devon tight to her side, like this was a contest she was determined to win.
Whatever. It wasn't like I cared.The way I saw it, those two deserved each other.
In answer to my question, Sierra replied, "For the appointment, just like I said."
Maisie's brow furrowed. "Yeah, but you never said with who."
Just then, the door jingled, and Chad strolled in, holding a clear plastic cup with a long red straw. He gave the drink – something pink and frothy – a long, noisy slurp before looking to Sierra and saying in a half-hearted way, "Sorry I'm late."
Her eyes narrowed. "You don't look sorry."
She was right about that.Mostly, Chad looked annoyed. "Look, I'm here, aren't I?"
She gave him a stiff smile. "Yes. But we could've met at the coffee shop like I wanted."
"Yeah, but I wanted to see Shark Bike."
"But you can see it any time." Her tone grew snotty. "Why don't you just buy it if you love it so much?" But then, she brightened. "Hey, I know!We'llbuy it."
Chad frowned. "What?"
And now Sierra was on a roll. "And we'll give it to you." Her chin lifted. "In return for wedding coverage."
He snorted. "Sorry dude. The Chadster's not for sale." He looked to Maisie, and his gaze grew speculative. "But that's got me thinking…you wanna sell the Shark?"
Maisie blinked. "You're joking, right?"
"Me? Nah, I'm legit. Name your price."
Maisie stared. "Seriously?"
"No joke," Chad said. "Make it fair, and I'll take it today."
