Chapter 35
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D ylan held out his hand, hoping the other man wouldn’t punch him in the nose, which is exactly what he looked like doing.
“Hi, Peter. I’m Dylan Harmon. We met at the airport in Sydney, when your sister was working for me?”
Peter stared at him like he was pond scum and ignored his outstretched hand. “I remember. Now answer my question. What are you doing here?”
Dylan let his hand drop, wondering where the other man’s animosity had sprung from. Surely he was the one who’d been wronged in this whole fiasco?
Though with Sam’s penchant for lying, who knew what story she’d concocted for her family, which would certainly account for her brother’s antagonistic behaviour.
“I’ve come to see Sam. Is she here?”
To his surprise, Peter laughed. “No, she isn’t. She stayed at a hotel last night before heading to the chapel. Besides, haven’t you left this a bit late?”
Dylan’s heart plummeted as the words penetrated his brain and he realised Peter was wearing a tuxedo.
Surely Sam wasn’t getting married?
In an instant, the image of Sam and that creep they bumped into at the hotel in Sydney sprung to mind, and it took all his willpower not to shake the truth out of her smug brother.
Hell, Sam had told him her parents had been trying to marry her off to that old fool.
What if Dylan had been stupid enough to push her into the fogey’s arms?
“Where’s the chapel?” He fixed Peter with a stony stare.
Peter shook his head. “Oh no, you don’t. There’s no way you’re going to disrupt this day. Get the hell away from here and leave my sister alone. She doesn’t want to see you.”
Fury surged through Dylan’s body, rooting him to the spot. He had to see Sam one last time, even if it was to tell her she was making the biggest mistake of her life.
She should be marrying him, not some sleazy old creep, and he’d be damned if he let this wedding happen.
He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to calm down, knowing what he said in the next minute could very well decide his fate.
“I love her,” he finally blurted, the words scaring the hell out of him.
To his amazement, Peter laughed and slapped him on the back.
“Why didn’t you say so? You can ride to the chapel with me. Let’s go.”