Kelly Jamieson - One Wicked Night

“Yeah.” Bitterness edged Tyler’s voice. “I know.”

Nick laughed. “You’re fucking jealous, man! I can’t believe it.”

“I am not.” He scowled.

“Yeah, you are. For Chrissakes, Ty, I can’t believe you still have a thing for her after all these years.”

“A thing?” Tyler laughed. “What the hell does that mean? I don’t have ‘a thing’ for her.”

“Whatever. Come on, we better join the others.”

They went outside. Tyler accepted another drink, only because it was alcohol and he needed it to get through this ordeal. His irritation increased as he found himself continually looking at the doors to the patio, waiting for Avery and Kaelin to rejoin them. He half listened to his mother telling Scott’s parents about the new furniture she’d just bought for the patio, how they’d had to put in a special rush order so they’d have it for the wedding.

God, he just wanted to get this wedding over with and get the hell back to Chicago. Although, there were nothing but problems waiting for him there too. He and Nick were in the middle of a massive difference of opinion on a potential client who wanted to sign with them. A big potential client, huge potential client with lots of money to spend on advertising that could really get their fledgling agency off the ground. Shit.

But he was here for Avery, his big sister, happy for her that she’d found a great guy like Scott. Though he wished with all his heart she and Scott had just eloped. What the hell was she thinking, planning a big family wedding that was torture for everyone? Tyler took a big swallow of Scotch as Avery appeared in the French doors, followed by Kaelin.

His eyes went straight to her. So pretty. So different from Avery. Not the pretty part—his sister was pretty too, he supposed, but in a different way. Avery was all blonde highlights and makeup; Kaelin was a sweep of silky brown hair and big brown eyes. In high school she’d been an intimidating overachiever, top marks, all kinds of academic awards, involved in the student council and about a dozen different clubs and committees. Just like Avery.

Tyler’d been disturbed to find that, as he entered his teenage years and started thinking about girls differently, he’d started thinking about his big sister’s best friend differently. She’d always been at their place, as comfortable as if she lived there. Memory of one morning when he’d encountered her in the upstairs hallway after she’d slept over with Avery had fueled his hormone-driven fantasies for years. She’d been wearing tiny little plaid shorts that revealed her long, smooth legs, which okay, he’d seen many times in the summer, but also a ribbed cotton tank top with no bra . She had great tits, high and full and round with prominent nipples, and the sight had sent him back to his room for a fast and furious hand job.

From his seat in a corner of the patio, he watched her now, smiling and laughing and making conversation with the other guests. Her blue and beige plaid sundress was far from revealing, with its full knee-length skirt and modest straps. But it did show off a lot of smooth bare skin—arms, shoulders, a faint hint of cleavage, the snug bodice hugging her breasts and small waist. She accepted a glass of wine from his dad, earning a smile of approval from him that Tyler’d never seen directed his way. He frowned. Everyone loved Kaelin. So polite, so responsible.

“Would you snap out of it!”

Tyler jerked at Nick’s low-voiced command, and looked up at his friend standing there. He frowned. “What?”

“Everyone’s afraid to talk to you. You look like you’re going to snap their head off if they say a word to you, sitting there scowling like that. Would you at least try to act normal?”

Only Nick would say that to him. Only Nick could get away with talking to him like that. Anyone else, he’d be pounding the shit out of him. With a sigh, he rose and moved toward the others, a smile firmly in place, and made conversation with the soon-to-be in-laws.

More guests arrived, which in a way was good, because it kept his parents too busy playing host and hostess to bug him. His mom was pulling out all the stops. She must have been cooking for days, which he knew she loved, but still, it was a lot. Also a full bar setup outside, torches and lights and candles around the glowing turquoise pool in their backyard.

When he found himself face-to-face with Kaelin, somehow, their glances collided and bounced away from each other. Tyler’s skin tingled. He licked his lips and searched for something to say.

Kaelin looked down at the glass of wine in her hand. After the conversation she and Avery had just had about Tyler, now he was right there in front of her. She had to put all that old crap out of her head and act like an adult.

“Avery says you’ve been busy helping with this wedding,” Tyler said, still all chilly politeness, as if she was the one who’d done something wrong.

“I was happy to help. With her living in Los Angeles, it would have been impossible to get things done.”

He nodded. “That was nice of you.”

Oh yeah, here it came, the sardonic comments about how nice she was, what a good girl she was. She waited, her gaze flickering up to his. But he didn’t say it. “Um. Thanks.”

“When’s the rest of the wedding party getting here? I thought there were three bridesmaids.”

Men. He didn’t even know who else was in the wedding party. “Just two. Me, and Avery’s friend in L.A., Maddie. Scott’s best man, Hardeep, is her boyfriend. They should be here tonight.”

“Just two, huh?” He nodded, looked out over the pool.

“Your mom wanted her to have ten.”

His head snapped around, eyes wide. “Ten?”

She smiled. “Yep.”

He rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ.”

Their gazes held for a moment of shared amusement and understanding. Kaelin felt a wave of heat wash over her body and her skin tightened and tingled. Tension hummed between them, memories of that summer flooding back.

“Well, my goodness, Tyler! I haven’t seen you in forever!” An older woman approached them and gave Tyler a hug.

“Hi, Aunt Mona.” Tyler smiled. “It has been a while, hasn’t it? But I think you look even younger. How is that possible?”

Mona giggled. Giggled! A fifty-year-old woman with dyed red hair and a double-D bosom giggled like a pre-teen girl. “Oh, you,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes. “I hear you’re doing well in Chicago. Your mom tells us about all the big, important clients you have and how much money you’re making.”

“She does?” Tyler’s eyebrows drew together.

“She talks about you all the time! So proud of you.”

Now his eyebrows flew up and he made a choking sound. “I’ll bet,” he muttered just as Mona turned to Kaelin.

“Kaelin. How are you, dear?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” She smiled at the other lady.

“Where’s your young man tonight?”

“There is no young man, Mona. We sort of…broke up.”

“But I just saw you together the other day!”

“Yes, well.” Kaelin glanced uncomfortably at Tyler taking in their conversation with a frown. “We’re still friends.”

“I thought you were getting married.”

Kaelin shifted position, acutely aware of Tyler’s interest. “We were,” she mumbled. “But it wasn’t going to work out.” She straightened her shoulders and gave Mona a bright smile. “We’re both fine with it.”

Mona shook her head sadly. “That boy is crazy about you, Kaelin. And he’s a good catch! A police officer. Good steady job, a nice boy.”

Kaelin caught Tyler’s eye roll and her stomach tightened.

“You know, I’m so glad to see you,” Mona continued, blithely unaware of the tension snapping between Kaelin and Tyler. “I need one more person to work an hour at the church bake sale next weekend.”