Play with Me (With Me in Seattle, #3)(80)

It’s f*cking killing me.

“Will…” I begin when we have a moment alone, but I see Leo approach from the corner of my eye and I sigh as Will stiffens next to me.

This is the issue.

“Hey, Meg, we’re taking a break. Is this Will?” he asks and I raise a brow in question. “Jules’ dad mentioned you’d snagged Will’s heart,” Leo answers my unspoken questions and I grin.

“Yes, this is Will. Will, this is Leo.”

Will offers his hand to shake, but his face is anything but friendly. “Hello.”

“Hey, I’m a big Seattle football fan,” Leo tells him with a smile.

“Cool,” is all Will says, and Leo steps back, narrows his eyes and looks between Will and I skeptically. Finally, his dark gaze finds mine.

“Problem?”

I shake my head and force a smile. “No problem.”

I search the room with my eyes, trying to find someone to come save me. As much as I want to catch up with Leo, I need to talk to Will. His silence is killing me.

Samantha catches my gaze from a few feet away, and immediately steps into action, God love her.

“Leo, have you met Samantha?” I ask him as Sam joins us.

“Uh, no.” He doesn’t look down at her, not really caring who she is.

“She’s Luke’s sister,” I explain further, and he smiles in recognition. Sam is drop-dead beautiful, and Leo grins down at her, nods, but then looks back at me, in full protective brother mode, sensing the tension between Will and I. I don’t need him to start something.

“Sam,” I grin at her, “Leo hasn’t seen Jules in a long time. Would you take him over to see her and meet Nate?”

Leo continues to scowl at me, but then sighs and smiles down at Sam. “Hi, Samantha.”

“It’s just Sam,” she responds and tucks her arm in his. “Let’s do the obligatory walk away thing where we don’t sense the tension over there and find somewhere else to be.”

Leave it to Sam to not beat around the bush.

“Will, this is crazy. Talk to me. What did I do?”

But he frowns stubbornly and shakes his head again. “Not here.”

“You’re scaring me.” I whisper.

“This is not the time or the place,” he mutters, still not meeting my gaze.

“Time to toss the bouquet!” Jules announces. “Meg, get your sexy ass in here!”

I keep my eyes on Will’s face, begging him to talk to me.

“Go, Jules is calling for you,” he mutters and turns his back on me and walks away.

Fuck.

All the single girls are gathered in a semi-circle before the stage. In this crowd, there aren’t many single girls, maybe fifteen. Sam is nowhere to be found, probably still chatting with Leo.

Traitor.

I paste a smile on for Jules and wait patiently for her to make a big show of tossing the bouquet. I try to step aside so Brynna can catch it, but wouldn’t you know it falls right in my hands.

Sonofabitch.

I just laugh and hold it above my head. Jules hugs me and we pose for photos. The photographer asks for a few more posed family photos, and when the last photo is taken, Will returns to my side.

“Is all the wedding crap over?” he asks.

“Yeah, all that’s left is dancing and getting drunk,” I respond.

“Good, let’s get out of here.”

We spend the next hour making our way through the ballroom, saying our goodbyes, posing for a few more photos, and hugging Jules and Nate.

“I’m so proud of you, kiddo,” I hear Will murmur to Jules.

“Thanks,” she smiles up at him. “And don’t call me that.”

He laughs, a real Will laugh, and my stomach clenches. God, I love his laugh.

I love him so much, and he’s about to break up with me, I just know it.

He escorts me out to the curb and asks the limo driver to take us back to the church where his car is parked. Once inside, Will sits at one side of the limo, and I slide over to the other side, knowing I’m not welcome to sit next to him.

And not being able to touch him is killing me.

So, I’ll let him decide when he wants to talk about what’s eating at him. We sit in silence all the way to the church. He gets me settled into his sexy car, and is silent all the way to my house.

I notice he doesn’t take me back to his place.

When he parks in my driveway, he cuts the engine and we sit in silence, not looking at each other, just looking straight ahead.

Finally, after what feels like forever, I break the silence.

“Will,” I whisper, “please talk to me. I can’t apologize to you if I don’t know what I did wrong.”

He scrubs his hand over his mouth roughly, then abruptly gets out of the car, stalks around to my side, and opens the passenger door wide, indicating I should get out.

So I do.

He follows me to my door, watches me disarm the alarm, and then turns to go.

“Please, don’t go. Will, come inside and talk to me.”

“I can’t talk to you,” he murmurs, not meeting my eyes. “It hurts too damn much to talk to you, Megan. It’s killing me to look at you.”

“What the f*ck is going on?” I demand, my hands on my hips. “Don’t be a *, Will, just say what the f*ck is wrong!”