Make Me Believe: Unbelievable, Book 3 Read Free

done well by her, but for her friend’s sake, she hoped this one lasted. Then again, until Price, Aubrey had been as cynical about matrimony as Celia. A cheating ex tended to turn a girl bitter.
    “Excuse me.” Mason appeared beside her and offered that same over-bright smile, but it couldn’t hide the shadows in his eyes. The grin crumbled after a moment, and he scooped up the champagne bottle from the table beside her to refill his flute. A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Mrs. Chambers and Jerry know how to throw a great party.”
    Her eyebrows drew together as she watched his closed expression. An unexpected dart of concern went through her. Mason was usually the more easygoing and cheerful of the Delacroix brothers, so his seriousness at such a joyous occasion was more that a little strange. “You okay?”
    “Great. I’m…great.”
    “Great. Can I get another word?”
    He huffed out a laugh and downed half his booze. “I’ll be fine. I’m happy for my brother, but these kinds of events aren’t really my thing.”
    “I hear you.” She tapped his glass with hers, empathy twisting inside her. Yeah, she could see how three broken engagements would make this sort of party salt on the wound for him. She could relate—and sympathy for Mason was the last thing she’d expected tonight, which just made the Twilight Zone experience of being at a wedding reception that much freakier. “I usually avoid them like the plague. But for Aubrey…”
    “Yeah.” He sighed. “For Price.”
    He shifted where he stood, his arm brushing hers. It was like touching a live wire. Tingles skipped from her shoulder down to her fingers and up again, spreading throughout her body. Fire flowed in the wake of the tingles. It was ridiculous, the way this man got to her. Too bad he was too dangerous to play with. Clearing her throat, she looked away and made herself focus on something else.
    “Everyone besides us is loving this though.” She looked around at the bright lights, the laughing people, the happy couple. Music played and couples danced. It was loud and boisterous and exactly what a party like this should be. Good for Aubrey and Price, bad for those who had nothing but ugly memories associated with marriage.
    “Of course, they are. I know how to entertain.” Mrs. Chambers’s tart voice preceded her as she bustled up to the table to survey the spread of tasty food. She peered inside the champagne bottle. “Though I become far less entertaining when there’s nothing to help the guests loosen up.”
    “You mean loosen up their tongues so they start telling you all their dirty little secrets, don’t you, Tori?” Celia winked at the older woman, who had the good grace to blush.
    She swatted Celia’s arm. “For that, young lady, you can go down to the basement and fetch more champagne.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Celia saluted her with her glass before she set it on the table. A few minutes away from the lovefest would be a bit of a relief.
    Tori cast a severe glance at Mason. “And you’ll be a gentleman and help her.”
    His dark brows rose, his eyes twinkling with sudden humor. He bowed gallantly. “Yes, ma’am .”
    She snagged his champagne flute and flapped her free hand at him. “Go on, now. Don’t tease an innocent, harmless old lady.”
    He laughed in her face, grabbed the hand she waved at him, and kissed the back of it. “I wouldn’t dream of it, ma’am.”
    Sweeping an arm out in front of him, he motioned Celia forward. She rolled her eyes at their antics and spun toward the kitchen. “We’ll be back in a few minutes. Let Aubrey know if she wonders where I’ve disappeared to, would you?”
    “I will.”
    Mason fell into step behind her, close enough that she could feel his body heat against her back. They entered the kitchen, and he reached around her to open the cellar door. “You realize she’s trying to get us alone together.”
    “Yeah, Mrs. C isn’t exactly subtle.” She glanced over her