Page 82 of Her Chosen Protector

Sheri jerked her arm out of Eden’s grip. “Don’t touch me, I’m going.”

As she watched the woman’s purple-colored ass leave, she considered kicking it, but she somehow managed to stop herself. Instead, Eden slammed the hotel door behind her.

Eden went over to try to hug Samantha, but she held out her hand. “Get me my phone. I need to do something. I need to call Kevin. I need to make sure my cousin isn’t lying.” Sam bit her lip. Eden could tell she didn’t hold out much hope.

Samantha made a facetime call to Kevin.

From the side, Eden saw Kevin’s smiling face pop up. Then Sam started talking.

“We’ve got a problem. Sheri just said you’ve been having a six-month affair. She’s pregnant. I think we need to call off the wedding, don’t you?”

Kevin’s face turned red, then paled, then crumpled. The weenie had the gall to start crying. What a fucking wuss.

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I’m so, so sorry. I can’t believe she’s pregnant. We were so careful.”

Samantha cut off the phone.

Eden moved so she could look at her best friend. She went to hug her, but Sam shook her head.

She gulped. “Kevin would have never confessed if I hadn’t said the pregnant part. He would have tried to bluff his way through it.” Her face turned sour. “I guess that’s what happens when you decide

to marry your college sweetheart—you know their weak spots.”

Eden wanted to go snap the slimy little asshole’s neck.

Eden leaned forward to give Sam a hug, but her friend held her off. “I can’t, Eden. Once I start crying, I’m never going to stop. I’m supposed to get married in twenty minutes. What do I do? People are already here.”

“You let me take care of it,” Eden said.

“Eden?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I want my mom.”

Eden lightly touched Samantha’s shoulder. “I’ll get her. She’ll be here in just a second, I promise.”

Eden headed for the door and prayed that she would see Kevin on the way to finding Sam’s mom.

The man needed a good kick.

“There’s definitely something going on,” Asher said as he turned his head to look at the back of the church.

“Yes, it’s called a wedding,” Lawson replied easily. “Quit fidgeting. I can’t believe you’re thirty-one, you’re acting like a five-year-old who needs to pee.”

“It’s supposed to start in five minutes, why isn’t the groom in place? Where’s the minister?”

“So, they’re running a few minutes late. Haven’t you ever been to a wedding where that happens?”

“No. We’re military, we’re on time.”

Lawson chuckled. “Settle down, Brother. You look great. Your woman will be here. She’ll fall into your arms, you’ll have wild monkey sex, all will be good in your world. Okay, maybe not too wild, since she’s going to have to do most of the work because of your injury.”

An elderly woman who was seated in front of them turned around and winked. Asher bit back a laugh. He really needed to calm down.

He pulled out a hymnal and studied some of the lyrics to a hymn. Then he turned around again to see what was going on.

Nothing.