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A dorky smile crosses my mouth and I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sean Ferro told me to come out here—”


The guy’s smile vanishes and he looks me over again. “You know Sean?” I nod. “And you willingly came here to see him?” He glances past me like there might be a militia hidden in the parking lot, holding me here at gunpoint.


I nearly laugh. He knows Sean, that much is certain, because he doesn’t like him at all. I poke the guy in the chest and get in his face. Today’s been too long to deal with this twerp. “Listen, Trystan impersonator, I don’t have to tell you a damn thing. Now let me inside before I get mugged and Sean kills you and buries you out back.”


The smirk returns, but brighter this time. He’s trying not to laugh. “Uh, yeah, first things first—I’m not afraid of Sean Ferro, and second—I am Trystan Scott.” He glances down at my finger, which is still pressed into his chest, like I intend on kicking his ass myself, before looking back up into my face.


A stupid expression is frozen on my lips and suddenly I can’t speak. My eyes slowly widen as I recognize the dimples, the scar, and the distinct traits of the rock star. His father beat the shit out of him when he was younger and the proof is forever on his skin. I’m caught between looking like an asshole and a crazy woman. Fuck. I need to pick one and just go with it. I drop my finger and place my hands on my hips and tilt my head at him. “Why would Sean send me to you, if you hate him?”


Trystan shrugs—I can’t believe it’s really him. This is totally weird. “No idea. He does a lot of illogical shit that only makes sense in his twisted mind.” He lets his eyes rove over me once and spots the ring on my finger. His jaw drops as he points toward my hand. “No fucking way. Is that from Ferro?”


Now I feel naked. The way this guy looks at me, with such utter amazement, is unsettling. I cover my engagement ring with my hand. “Yes.”


Something shifts and the amused smile returns. “Now you have to come in.” I glance up at him and wonder what made him drop his guard, but he clearly has. Instead of being suspicious of me, he seems to like me. The change happened in a snap.


“I don’t get it.” Looking into those icy blue eyes, I can see that Trystan knows what I’m asking.


“Anyone that is capable of taming Sean Ferro is a force to behold. You’ve captured my attention, Future-Mrs. Ferro, which is difficult to do.” Trystan pushes the door open, extending his arm, and ushers me inside.


CHAPTER 5


The interior is as dreary as the outside. Trystan has an amazed look on his face and occasionally glances at me out of the corner of his eye. I spot someone—a woman with long hair—sitting at a table alone in front of the stage. Her back is curved and she’s leaning heavily on her elbows.


Trystan walks directly toward her. “Hey, Sidney, look who I found on the front porch—the future Mrs. Sean Ferro.” He grins at me and throws himself into a seat across from the woman.


It’s not until she turns around that I recognize her. Some of the anguish in my chest dissipates and I rush at her with a huge smile. “Oh my God! It’s you!”


Sidney laughs and hugs me back. “Avery, it’s so good to see you!”


“Awh, a reunion. If I’d known, I would have brought dip.” Trystan leans back in his chair and kicks his feet up onto the table. He’s wearing an old pair of black Chucks. Blue argyle socks peek out from beneath his dark jeans. The hem is shredded in places, along with one of the knees. That silver ring around his neck is out of sight, but the chain is still visible.


Sidney snaps at him as she releases me. “Shut up, Trystan. Anyone that’s had to put up with Sean—”


He drops his feet to the ground, leans forward and grabs my hand, thrusting it toward Sidney so she can see my ring. “No, not put up, tamed—this chick tamed the jackass known as Sean Ferro.”


Sidney’s jaw drops and she takes my hand from Trystan and then looks up into my face. “Oh my God! He asked you to marry him?”


I can’t help it. For a moment, I forget about all the horrible things that have happened and smile at her. “Yes, he did.”


“When?”


“Tonight.”


Sidney squeals and jumps up and down. Since she’s holding my hand, I jump with her. Trystan has his arms folded over his chest and watches us. There’s no one else around, but I hear voices. I glance about and ask her, “Why are you here?”


“Because Peter’s here. His brother bought this place and shouldn’t have—at least that’s what Pete said—so Sean did something to make it like it never happened. Jonathan just has to sign some papers, but he doesn’t want to.”


We step apart and I look over at Trystan, not understanding why he’s here. He leans his chair back on two legs and raises a finger, “Best friend of the accused. And for the record, I think Jon should do whatever the fuck he wants. God knows Sean does.”


“So, you know Sean?” I ask. From the way Trystan speaks, it sounds like they’ve met more than once.


He glances up at me from under those dark eyebrows and nods. “Yup. He hates my guts.” My lips part to say that can’t possibly be true, but Trystan smiles and shakes his head, making his long, dark hair fall in his eyes.


He pushes it back and lets the legs of his chair slam down. “It’s okay, the feeling is mutual. You don’t have to apologize for him. It’s just the way things are, besides, you impressed the hell out of me. Anyone that can domesticate Sean Ferro deserves a statue and a holiday named after them.” Trystan jumps up and crosses the room to the bar, grabbing shot glasses, and a bottle of amber liquid. He walks it over to our table and sets it down. “Let’s celebrate.”


Sidney looks back at the closed door at the back of the room. “But, they could be done at any moment.”


Trystan shakes his head. “Nah, they’re going to be in there for a while. Cassie’s back there, and there’s no way in hell that Jon is going to sign the papers. I’ll be shocked if he caves in, especially in front of her. It’s going to be a long night. Drink up.” Trystan pours three shots and slides glasses towards Sidney and me.


“To the impossible.” He holds up his drink, waiting for us to clink his glass.


Fuck it. God knows I could use a drink. My nerves are frayed beyond belief and if I think too much, I’m going to turn into a weeping mess. I pluck the glass from the table and look over at Sidney, knowing that she doesn’t drink very much. “Knock it back fast.”


Sidney sucks in way too much air, and lifts the glass. She’s nervous. The three of us tap our shot glasses together and throw back the liquor. Trystan acts like it’s water and gulps it, expressionless. My nose scrunches up as the liquor burns its way down my throat, and poor Sidney doesn’t slam it back fast enough. The alcohol must have grabbed her tonsils, because she makes the most god-awful face and chokes, but somehow the little cup is empty. She hacks up a lung as I pat her back.


When Sidney looks up at me, she’s laughing. “Yeah, I tried to sip it.” The way she acts brings back memories of the first time I met her. There’s something about Peter’s fiancée that is so sweet and innocent. I envy her in that moment and assume she’s had an easy life, but the thought stumbles. There’s been something dark there, too—a reason why Peter asked Sean for help, and it had something to do with Sidney.


Trystan pushes his hair out of his face and pours another round. “You guys are going to be sisters-in-law, which makes me your new best-friend-in-law.” He glances at me and pushes my drink my way, as his lips take on the amused smirk that he wore at the door. “So, tell me, how’d you get Sean Ferro wrapped around your little finger?” That’s when things start to get interesting.


CHAPTER 6


I don’t plan on telling Trystan my occupation, but nothing goes as planned tonight. We sit around the table and talk about everything and anything. It’s strange, I barely know these people, but it doesn’t feel that way. I slump back into my chair and stare at the stage with another drink in my hand. “Why would Sean’s little brother buy this place?”


Trystan is leaning back on his chair, with his feet on the table again, staring at the bottom of an empty glass. The corner of his mouth tugs up on one side, reminding me of a kid with a kaleidoscope. “Why does any guy do something stupid?”


“For a woman.” Sidney dips her finger into her drink and lets the drop fall on her tongue before making a face.


Trystan nods at her. “Damn right, but I worry about him. This is the girl that tore Jon to shreds and he’s risking everything for her. She seems sincere enough, but he thought she was the real deal last time too. It’s difficult to tell who’s a friend these days.” His voice sounds hollow, like he’s completely alone.


I can’t help it, I stare at him. The lost look in his eyes evaporates and he flashes a smile my way. “Oh, come on, Avery. You aren’t that naïve. You have to know that people have ulterior motives. Not everyone is good and kind. If you thought that about Sean, you’d be in a ditch somewhere.”


“Hey, he’s not like that,” I bite back before giving my words any thought. “Besides, being jaded is just as bad as being naïve. They’re opposite sides of the same coin. They both mess with your perception of reality and you lose something, some part of yourself that’s necessary.” Well, damn. Listen to me being all philosophical when I’m half drunk. Who knew? I didn’t even slur any words.


An odd expression crosses his face and he puts the glass down. Trystan’s chair remains tipped back and he tilts his head to the side like he has underestimated me. His lips part like he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, those dark lashes lower and he looks to the side.


I know that expression. I’ve conjured a ghost, I’m reminding him of someone, of something that somebody who’s no longer here has told him. Trystan lets his chair slam down onto all four legs and leans in. He’s close enough to me that Sean will rip his head off if he walks in now, especially because of the hostility between these two men. “It’s not necessary, and the coin can’t stay on its side forever. At some point it falls, and I’d rather be cynical than naïve any day of the week.”

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