“What strip club?” Rosalie’s angry voice filled the room from where she stood in the entryway. She slammed the door behind her.
Emmett’s eyes became round as saucers. Even Alice had enough common sense to look abashed.
“Uh . . .” My eyes flickered to Emmett’s angry expression.
“Don’t look at your brother for help. Look at me,” Rosalie demanded. “Which strip club did you go to?”
“In the Skin,” I caved.
“Damn it, Edward,” Emmett complained. “You’re such a pussy.”
“I’m not a pussy.”
“Yes, you are. God! How can you be such a horrible liar?”
“Boys, stop,” Alice said angrily.
“Because I don’t feel the need to lie to people,” I yelled. Rosalie gave me an approving smile.
“Whatever. You can’t lie because you’re adopted.”
“I am not!”
“Boys!” Alice said again.
“You are, too. Dad told me.”
“If anyone’s adopted here it’s you. You giant, fucking freak of nature,” I retorted.
Rosalie was fighting to keep from smiling. I was positive she enjoyed getting Emmett and me riled up.
“It’s my wedding day. Stop acting like children.” Alice smacked us both on the chest. She was small, but she knew how to deliver a hard blow. She learned from Emmett.
“He started it,” Emmett accused, unwilling to let it drop.
I didn’t want to be the first to give up, either. “He’s the one who dragged me to a strip club under the ruse of a bachelor party!”