“Want to carry some tissues?” I offered her my travel pack.
She turned her face toward me, and even though she looked as beautiful as an angel, her mouth opened and the devil came out.
“Do I look like I need a goddamn tissue?”
I kept my calm and put the pack back in the inside pocket of my suit jacket. Still, she didn’t let up. She sneered and then rolled her eyes. A scoff came next and she finally turned back to stare at the back of Bain’s and Lucy’s heads. Everyone around us had frozen, trying to ride out the terror that was this new Amelia. Maybe everyone else would cower and hope she simmered down, but I for one, was sick of it.
“What’s your deal?” I asked her, not bothering to whisper. If she was going to act like a misbehaving child, I’d talk to her like one.
Amelia flipped her hair behind her shoulder and spun back to me, dark eyes snapping. “What’s my deal? I don’t have a deal. You’re the one who’s had a stick up his—”
“You know if you curse in church, you get hit by lightning, right?” Lucy’s voice cut in.
“Hmm. It would be a shame to ruin Jayden and Lenora’s wedding like that, wouldn’t it?” Bain said to his wife, loud enough we could all hear. Fuck, he used the dad voice.
Amelia inhaled, pulled herself up straight, and spun back around, remaining mute the entire rest of the ceremony. She smiled all damn day long, doing all the appropriate things for a bridesmaid, but I could tell it was fake. The smile didn’t meet her eyes or dull the pinch between her eyebrows. Amelia was bottling it all up and who knew when it would finally blow.
I had a headache from ripping my gaze away from Amelia all damn day long. She was everywhere I looked and it was literally causing me pain to keep a watchful eye out for her, but also not let her catch me looking. The reception was in full swing, the DJ keeping a good mix of songs going that had the dance floor packed. Another hour and I could excuse myself entirely without offending Jayden and Lenora to head home and rip this suit off. I was happy for my friends finding true love, I really was, but I was done with this wedding.
The end of September usually called for cool evenings, but it had been unseasonably warm this late into the summer this year. I told myself I’d just step outside the tent to get some fresh air and then I’d go back inside and continue to support my friends. The moon had risen, bright in the sky, casting a glow to the grassy lawn that stretched out along the coast behind the church. I’d been coming to this church since I was born. Oddly enough, I didn’t yearn for travel or new adventures. Auburn Hill was a quirky-ass town, but I was content here.
“Who you staring at, asshole?”
My head spun left and I squinted through the darkness. That sounded a lot like Amelia. Alarm threaded through my veins and I took off at a sprint to where I thought I’d heard her voice. If Daire was back causing trouble, I wanted to be there to set him straight on his status in this town. I was almost to the tree line at the far south side of the lawn when I saw her, hands on hips, high heels off and held in her hand by the dainty straps. Her back was to me, which meant I could take her in without her notice. And I would have enjoyed that view if I hadn’t gotten distracted by her adversary.
“What? You just gonna stare at me like you weren’t about to peck my face off a second ago?” Amelia shouted again, listing to the side before righting herself.
I shoved my fist against my mouth and begged myself not to laugh.
Amelia wasn’t fighting with Daire. She wasn’t even fighting with a human.
Amelia was in a stare down with a damn peacock.
The peacock looked suspiciously like the one my buddy Charlie had on his property farther outside of town. It had simply shown up one day, probably sensing that soft-hearted Charlie wouldn’t chase him away. We determined it was a male, due to its extensively colored plumage. Then again, what the hell did we really know about peafowl?
Paul—the name Charlie had given the peacock because alliteration was the basis for all naming conventions—took two steps closer to Amelia, risking his life.
Amelia threw her shoes down in the grass and pointed at the poor bird with a hand that still gripped an entire bottle of champagne she must have pilfered from the open bar.
“Don’t you threaten me, buddy. I am not in the mood to deal with your bullshit. Bird shit?” She tilted her head like she was thinking about her word usage before tearing back into the bird in an even louder voice. “Or anyone’s bird shit ever again. You hear me? Just because you have the word cock in your name doesn’t mean you can order me around.”
She took huge gulps of champagne right from the bottle, draining it, then throwing it to the ground to meet her shoes. She took a menacing step forward, she and Paul now only a foot or two away from each other. Paul just watched her calmly. Dude was calmer than the bomb squad.
Amelia lowered her voice and I had to strain to hear it. “Oh, you want to chicken fight me? Can you even do that? You’re a fucking peacock, not a damn chicken. I call fowl.” She snickered at her own lame joke and then hiccupped.
A huge grin settled on my face and I didn’t even try to wipe it away. Damn, I’d missed this woman. She was fucking crazy and I loved every single crazy part of her. Maybe she’d never love
