Free Entangled (Evolve Series Novella 2.5) by S.E.Hall Page B

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and everyone will calm down and go about their day, but there’s a story there.
And we have this unspoken rule in the Crew that we don’t air each other’s dirty
laundry, so I’m gonna have to get it out of Sawyer.

Chapter 10
    ~Laney~
     
    I ’m dressed and ready, just waiting for
Dane and Sawyer to show up so we can head out to Parker’s wedding. I still
can’t believe he’s getting married . And having a baby. And no longer in
college, but running the farm.
    Life sure has a funny way of saying “F you” to people’s
plans and deciding things for them.
    Is that what’s happening? Is Parker’s life being
decided for him? I know Parker and he’ll always do the right thing, foregoing
whatever it is he wants for what someone else needs . I really
hope that isn’t the case here.
    Regardless of what I think (and I’m not even
completely sure of my position), it’s too late to talk to him about it now. I
can’t pull him aside at his own wedding and grill him. Besides, Evan’s been
around, he’d know if things weren’t on the up and up. If Evan tells me this is
what Parker wants, I’ll believe him.
    “Well, don’t you look like a wet dream?” Sawyer’s
voice startles me and I look up to see him looking down at me with a lecherous
smirk.
    “Gross, but thank you.” I smile and hug him. “And
you look very handsome as well.” I straighten the collar on his light blue
button down shirt, which is tucked in to pressed beige dress pants. “You clean
up nice, big boy.”
    “I know.” He shrugs and wiggles his eyebrows. “But
you, Gidge—I didn’t figure you even owned such a pretty dress.”
    “I didn’t,” I admit, twirling in my yellow
strapless dress and tan platform wedges, “I borrowed it from Bennett.”  The
outfit is pretty casual. I mean, it’s a farm wedding in Georgia, but still more
feminine than I usually wear. “It’s comfy, though, I like it.”
    “Me too, a lot.”
    My whole body responds to his voice, a wave of
tingly warmth starting at my toes and ending at my cheeks. I turn and take in
my man, looking like GQ Boss Sex on Legs.
    He’s in dark slacks, a black belt with silver
buckle, and a charcoal shirt and silver tie; I swallow my tongue a little as I
shamelessly peruse him from bottom to top. His dark brown hair sticks up just a
little in the front, his matching brown eyes bewitching me with their sparkle.
    I can’t help but catapult myself at him. “You look
wonderful, Mr. Kendrick. Like, too hot to be allowed out in public, really.”
    “And you,” he traces my neckline with his finger,
then across my collarbone which is exposed in this dress, “showing up the
bride. Not very nice you, beautifully sexy girl.”
    “Good God, you horny fucksticks, let’s go.” Sawyer
opens the front door with a bang. “We don’t have time for this. You break the
golden rule, Gidge, and we could be here all day, or get plagued by locusts for
disturbing the great design. So come on.”
    Oh, I have to ask.
    “What golden rule?” Instinctively, Dane’s hand
tenses in mine. He must know the S-bomb coming, which I’m sure is a real doozy.
    He smirks, delighted that I asked. “You get it up,
you gotta take it.”
    Get wha— Ohhhh, I get it. I shake my head at
him. “Good Lord, Sawyer!”
    Good to see the old Sawyer’s trying to make a
comeback, at least.

    T he drive to Parker’s isn’t tense like I
had worried; Dane and Sawyer seem to be over their mysterious argument. We
laugh and listen to music like it never happened and I’m more than a little
relieved.
    When we get there, I can’t believe the
transformation. Whitley did an amazing job—the wedding is gorgeous. Pink and
white done threw up in here and you can’t see the fans she’s got hidden
somewhere, blowing hard enough you feel a breeze though nothing’s flying off
the tables. Riddle me that one, Batman. But really, you’d never know you
were in a barn or in blistering heat.
    For the ceremony, I take a