The Wrong Groom

reful precision of someone defusing something live. She stood at the bathroom mirror for a long

his way out the door, smelling like cologne and certainty. Lucian came down twenty mi

the table, plate unto

g with his whole hand wrapped around it, thumb tapping absently against the side while he scrolled through his phone. Lucian held his with

built for cameras and rooms full of strangers. Lucian's smile, the few

Lucian said with

o say it out loud, but it was already

against the counter, coffee

different. The way you hold things. Adrian taps his thumb when he's thinking

ne, like he hadn't expected her to actually be paying a

up next to the wrong twi

tched the muscle in his jaw tighten for half a

before she could stop it. "Adrian, I mean. I've seen it twice now. Something happens to his

eaction she'd gotten out of him since the morning he'd l

husband told me how grateful I should be for a din

somethin

esn't

oing to understand w

in his voice was real or another performance from

rgotten in his hand, like the question had knocked something loose he wasn't rea

e she could decide w

ght of it. She'd been dodging her best friend's calls since the wedding

ving toward the hallway for privacy, aware

relief and irritation in equal measure. "I've ca

edding stuff

to a man you'd known for six weeks, and the wedding got moved up twice. I love yo

the hallway wall, eyes closing

good with c

pen fast." All true, technically, every word of it, and still somehow the biggest lie she'd told all

e, what did you a

t get into all

rence between those two things in college." A pause, softer now. "Are y

the edge of Lucian's shoulder, still turned toward the window, still as caref

which was the closest to honest

s not

cated, I tol

coming to visit. Next week. I want to see this house and this

this house, with both brothers under one roof, with her sharp

t really a

slightly. "Something's wrong, Marlowe. I've known you since we were fourteen. I can

without unraveling everything currently held

ddie said, and hung up before M

ter the call ended, trying to figure out how she was supposed to keep this lie sta

an was standing at the end of the ha

he said. "She

re list

udied her face, something calculating moving behind his ey

in about ten minutes if she's i

eighing, like he was already working out a problem

aid quietly, "to decide how

oted. Not

through her chest instead of the dread it should have, he was already walking away, leaving h