Yup, this club was not prepared for them at all. Well, the rest of them, at least. Eric’s family had been members for years, which was probably how they’d gotten them memberships without going through some rigorous vetting process.

As the others decided on the menu, Keiran leaned over to Cherisse and whispered, “Do you think our closet’s been lonely without us?”

Cherisse didn’t look at him. “I’ll stab you with this fork if you don’t shush.” But there was no real heat behind her threat.

“Once it’s nowhere important.”

She cocked her head. “I’ll leave your mouth alone. It’s of most use to me.”

“God damn, woman.” His cock twitched. He shouldn’t be turned on by that, but it would seem that Cherisse could say anything, and he’d be on board.

“Are you scared, Keiran?” she taunted.

“Terrified, actually.” And not for the reasons she believed. Because you’re everything that I want and can’t have. He reached for his water so he wouldn’t say that because God knows he would fuck up their already shaky situation.

“Good. Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“Already there.”

They dispensed with their sneaky conversation as the server came to take their order, and Keiran met Remi’s sharp gaze over the server’s notepad. Her words came back to him.

“Someone’s gonna get hurt,” Remi announced.

“I won’t hurt her.”

“Yeah, I didn’t mean her.”

The sensible thing to do was end it before Cherisse did, but a small part of him hoped she wouldn’t. A foolish notion, but here he was, unable to. Remi’s words continued to echo in his head as Ava’s group went off to get their pampering done.

He could barely enjoy the chocolates that were offered for guests of the spa or the full-body massage.

“You’re very tense,” the masseuse noted as she worked at his shoulders.

No kidding. He had too much going on. Sean. Cherisse. The wedding. His overwhelmed brain refused to allow him to enjoy this. The others were happily sighing while getting their massages. Keiran needed a breather. The music being piped into the room was supposed to be soothing, but it was grating on his every nerve. He got up, surprising the poor masseuse as he flung on one of the fluffy robes. He gave the woman a tight smile and announced to his sister and friends, “Bathroom calls.”

Except this section of the club was unfamiliar to him, the wedding shower having been held on the other side, so he found himself wandering around.

“It can’t be that hard to find the bathrooms, come on,” he muttered as he turned down a corridor and ran into none other than the woman occupying a good portion of his thoughts.

“We’ve gotta stop running into each other like this,” Cherisse said, dressed similarly in one of the spa robes, face covered in some sort of mud mask. “Looking for the bathrooms too?”

“Yeah.”

“I think the directions I got said left, but clearly not.”

“Better off than me. I didn’t get any directions. Just sort of winged it.”