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Crazy Stupid Perfection (Crazy Stupid #3)(6)
Author: Melissa Toppen

“Um. I’m pretty sure these are things he’s already noticed.” I point out, knowing that she spends most of her time at Decklan’s as is.

“Noticed what?” I hear Gavin’s voice which pulls both of our attention to where he and Paxton have stopped directly in front of us.

“Nothing. Girl stuff.” I swipe my hand through the air.

“Where’s Deck?” Paxton speaks next.

“He had to make a phone call.” She points across the room where we all turn to see Decklan pacing back and forth along the opposite wall, his cell phone pressed to his ear.

He’s sporting his usual ratty jeans and fitted v-neck, his two length, sandy blonde hair pushed back away from his face haphazardly as he runs a hand through it three different times in the short period of time he holds my attention.

Decklan is, well I hate to admit it, but he’s hot. Like really hot. But unlike Paxton, I’ve never been able to look at him as anything other than a brother. Maybe it’s because he’s always treated me like a sister, or maybe it’s because he’s been part of my family for so long I could never see him more as anything that just that; family.

He catches us all looking in his direction and holds a finger, indicating to give him a minute. It isn’t until that moment that I catch sight of Harlee and Angel making their way towards us, pulling a full luggage cart behind them.

“Are you kidding me?” I hear Kimber laugh, pulling my attention toward her. “I’m the one getting married and yet those two have more luggage than all of us combined.” She shakes her head on a laugh as she pushes into a stand.

She greets Harlee first, embracing her in a tight hug before moving on to Angel. I have no time to say hello to Harlee before Gavin has her swooped up in his arms and is kissing her like his very life depends on it.

“Get a room.” Angel whines, verbalizing what we are all probably thinking.

Harlee holds up her middle finger towards the group without breaking away from Gavin’s kiss, making sure we all know how little shit she actually gives over what we think.

As much as it grosses me out to see my brother with his tongue down a girl’s throat, I have to admit, it makes my heart swell to see him so incredibly happy. I would even go as far as to say I’m jealous. Who doesn’t want to find that?

I flick my gaze to Paxton but then immediately look away when I meet his intense green eyes. Why is he watching me? Better yet, why did I even look his way to begin with. Even with the thought still fresh in my mind, I look back again.

His gaze is still locked firmly on me and I squirm slightly in my seat, feeling the effects of his piercing stare. Just knowing he’s watching me makes me all sorts of giddy inside even though I wish it didn’t.

I avert my eyes once more and focus back on Kimber who is giving Angel shit for bringing so much luggage. Angel moves her hands back and forth as she explains to Kimber that she is finally back on the market, though I didn’t know she was seeing anyone to begin with.

I have only been around Angel a couple of times. All I know is she is Harlee’s best friend and that she goes to school with her and Kimber. She seems nice enough, though she’s a bit more outgoing and loud than I’m used to.

With her black shoulder length hair streaked with bright blue, her lips fire engine red, and her dress so tight that it hugs every single one of her incredible curves, it’s clear that Angel loves being the center of attention. I wonder if Paxton notices how sexy she is. Of course he does. Who wouldn’t? She’s forward, beautiful, and full of spunk.

For a brief moment I dislike Angel, but then quickly shake the thought away. She’s never been anything but nice to me, I can’t fault her for being a sexy.

Now that look around, every single one of these women are drop dead gorgeous. Kimber, petite and slender with incredible long blonde curves and the most incredible blue eyes. And then Harlee, well it’s clear to see why Gavin is so into her. She’s everything a man could want in a woman. Long blonde hair, an incredible smile, and let’s not forget out her legs for days. Seriously, one look at any one of these three and any girl would be stupid not to run off and hide in the corner out of fear of being compared to them.

I really have a way of making myself feel even worse about an already less than ideal situation.

“Char.” I vaguely register my name when I look up and see that everyone around me is now standing and Decklan has joined the group. “You coming or what?” Gavin laughs.

“Yeah, sorry.” I scramble to my feet.

“Let me help you with that.” I hear Paxton say just as I reach for my suitcase.

“I got it.” I insist. “You have your own bag to carry.” I gesture to the duffle bag draped over his shoulder.

“Char.” He says my name so soft it nearly takes my breath away. I look up to find his green eyes studying me intensely. “Let me get it.” He insists, his hand lightly brushing against mine as he takes the handle of my suitcase from me.

“Okay.” I mutter quietly, averting his gaze.

Why, oh why does he have to do this to me? Why can’t he just leave me alone?

I attempt to walk ahead of him but his long legs make it impossible for me to gain any ground. Standing a good foot taller than me, it takes me two steps to match his one.

We get split up as we go through security and I’m thankful for the small reprieve. Unfortunately my nerves have not settled in the slightest as our party regroups just outside the terminal.

At least I will have the two hour flight to gather my bearings and get my shit together before we land in Vegas. Or at least that’s what I thought, until I feel someone settle into the seat on my left and look over to see Paxton next to me.

“What are you doing?” I question, my tone a bit harsher than I meant for it to be.

“Sitting in my seat.” He says it like it should be obvious.

“This isn’t your seat.” I object, having been told by Gavin that Angel would be sitting next to me.

“Afraid it is.” A slow smile spreads across his face.

“No, it’s Angel’s seat.” I object.

“Correction, it was Angel’s seat.” He chuckles lightly at my expression. “She wanted to sit closer to Harlee so I offered her my seat directly behind her and Gavin.”

“Why would you do that?” I wish I could just shut up but for whatever reason, I can’t.

“Because I’m a nice guy.” He phrases it almost as a question. “Char, I’ve know you since you were in grade school. Since when have you ever had a problem with me sitting next to you?”

I immediately pick up on what he’s doing. He’s turning the tables on me, pretending like nothing is or has ever happened between us.

“You know what, you’re right.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Sit where you want Paxton. I couldn’t care less.” I smile, shifting towards the window.

“Okay I will.” He chuckles again, clearly finding humor in my juvenile response to him.

I know it’s ridiculous. I shouldn’t let him get to me the way he does. He’s just so damn infuriating. First, he makes me feel like I’m going out of my mind for years growing up; laying subtle hints or finding every excuse he could to be near me only to turn around and pretend like the growing feelings between us were all one sided.

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