“No, you don’t,” he said, turning me back around. He locked his arm around my shoulders to hold me steady.
“What are you doing?” I hissed at him. “Whose side are you on?”
He continued smiling at Emmett while whispering to me out of the corner of his mouth. “Emmett slipped me a hundred bucks to make sure you were here for this.”
That bastard. A tiny, minuscule fraction of me was impressed. I shouldn’t have been surprised. The guy was always strategizing, always scheming. The deal we had cooked up? It came to him so naturally. He had everything figured out before I even said yes. Of course he had this timed to the minute.
“Most of you know me,” Emmett was saying to the restaurant. “I was born and raised here in Queen’s Cove, and you know my parents, Elizabeth and Sam.” He tipped his glas
