Page 19 of Dead to Me

Malcolm’s expression hardened.

“Exactly.”

For the first time, I understood his fear in a way I hadn’t before. He wasn’t afraid because I might yell. He was afraid because he didn’t know who I was anymore. That helped me.

“I’m going upstairs,” I said.

His eyebrows drew together.

“I thought you were tired.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Milan.”

I stepped around him.

“See you there.”

China had reserved one of the larger suites for the bridal party.

When I got upstairs, music was playing and someone had already opened two bottles of tequila.

Sierra was sprawled across a chair near the window, shoes off, still tipsy from dinner. She waved when she saw me.

“Milan!”

China looked over. I saw something cross her face. Not relief but surprise. Maybe she thought Malcolm would talk me out of coming.

“I thought you were going to bed,” she said.

“I was.”

“So, what happened?”

“I remembered I’m only here for a short time not a long time.”

Sierra laughed loudly.

“See? I told you I liked her.”

China shot her a look, but Sierra either didn’t notice or just didn’t care.

“Drink?” one of the bridesmaids asked.

“No, thanks.”

“Not even one?”

“I’m good.”

Sierra pointed at me.

“She doesn’t drink,” China answered.

“I do drink. I just said I’m good.”

The room got quiet for a moment. I played it cool.