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Cheyenne’s eyes on him, feel the heat of her glare even though he was paying attention to the road.
    Finally, Cheyenne sighed heavily before answering. “Your mother invited me.”
    “My mother?”
    “Yes. She’s the reason I’ve been at all the family functions, Brendon.”
    Cheyenne’s tone wasn’t quite defensive, but it wasn’t exactly friendly, either.
    “Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?” he snapped.
    “If you knew how to have a civil conversation, maybe I would have.”
    It was Brendon’s turn to sigh, his deep exhale one of exasperation. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he thought about all the times he’d questioned Cheyenne and how she had evaded answering him every damn time. His mother? His mother was the one responsible for Cheyenne showing up whenever there was a Walker family function?
    As much as he knew his mother liked to meddle in her sons’ business, he just couldn’t figure out how Cheyenne played into it. What was his mother’s angle?
    “So, what? She just calls you up and invites you?”
    “Pretty much,” Cheyenne said firmly. “Apparently she doesn’t realize just how much you hate me.”
    Shit.
    Brendon damn sure didn’t hate Cheyenne. In fact, he was quite fond of her. Too fond of her for his taste. She was an obstacle he hadn’t yet figured out how to steer clear of no matter how much he tried.
    “I don’t hate you, Chey,” he finally said.
    “Coulda fooled me.”
    Unfortunately, the trip from the church to the resort didn’t take long enough. And before he was ready for their conversation to be over, Brendon was pulling the truck up to the main doors, where a handful of valets were waiting to park the vehicles when the guests arrived.
    Before the valet made his way to Cheyenne’s door, Brendon turned to face her. “We need to talk.”
    “I thought that’s what we just did,” she stated, a little harshly. “If you’re gonna insist that I stay away, I’m not sure I can do that. I happen to like your mother. And Travis is a friend of mine. Just because you can’t stand to be in the same room with me doesn’t mean I’m just gonna go away.”
    “I don’t want you to go away,” he said, a little too quickly.
    The passenger door opened, a smiling young man greeting them both as he offered Cheyenne his hand. Brendon wanted to be the one helping her out of the truck, but he fought back the jealousy that raged down deep.
    He needed to find a way to distance himself from this woman. He was wasting his time on her. She obviously didn’t want the same thing he did, and since Brendon had no intention of changing at this point in his life, he knew it only made sense to move on.
    After all, he should’ve been trying to find a way to fix things with Jessie and Braydon.
    Too bad he didn’t know how to do that, either.
    A short while later, after parting ways with Cheyenne just inside the resort, Brendon found Jessie and Braydon lingering near the rows of long tables topped with fancy china and heavy white candles that had been set up in Zane’s club. Jessie and Braydon were talking to V and Zane, congratulating the lucky couple. In a move that had become so natural lately, Brendon stepped up behind Jessie, circling his arms around her waist and pressing up against her. She turned and smiled at him as she always did, a brief look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but then it was gone. The glare he received from Braydon wasn’t normal.
    He made a mental note to ask him about it when they got home.
    But for now, he just wanted to forget about the tense few minutes he’d spent with Cheyenne, and the feelings the woman stirred in him, and what better way to do that than to immerse himself in Jessie for a little while. She was warm and willing and he knew when he tempted her with sneaking off to a darkened room down the hall, she’d be a willing participant.
    He only hoped Braydon wouldn’t put the brakes on the way he had a while back.