Page 188 of So Not Meant To Be
“Yeah. I enjoy his company, but not only that, he’s important to you, which makes him important to me.”
The words are on the tip of my tongue—I can feel them. I love this man. I can’t imagine what life would be without him now. Without his teasing, his caring heart, the way he makes me feel whole, needed... sexy. He’s the total package. But saying those words, here, on the night before my sister’s wedding... I don’t think I want to do that. I want to keep the attention on Lottie, and I know if I tell JP I love him, I won’t be able to keep it to myself.
Plus, there’s always that worry in the back of my mind that isn’t sure if he’s at the same place as I am. It might take him longer to get there, so I need to wait.
“Hey, dude, can I talk to you for a second?” Breaker asks JP.
“Is it important?” JP asks, not letting go of my hand.
Breaker smooths a hand over his jaw and gives JP a curt nod, saying, “Stuff for the wedding tomorrow.”
Oh jeez, for a second I thought it was more important than that, like something was actually wrong.
“Sure,” JP says before dropping a quick kiss on my lips. “Be back.”
Breaker pulls him to the side, and I stand to grab myself some more champagne. When I sway, I realize that maybe I’ve had a few too many glasses, but... then again, it’s a rehearsal dinner and the champagne is flowing. It’s time to celebrate!
* * *
JP
A sharp lineetched on his brow, Breaker pulls me into the house, shuts the sliding glass door, then moves us into Huxley’s office.
“Do we really need this much privacy?” I ask when he shuts the door and turns to me, pinching the tension in his brow with his fingers. Worry starts to hit me. “What’s going on?”
His eyes flash to mine as he asks, “Remember the night you were talking about polar bears dying and donating to help the pigeons?”
“I remember the night, not the details.”
“Do you remember sending an email?”
“An email?” I shake my head. “No, why?”
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Can you open your email?”
I hand him my phone, and he clicks on the mail app.
“What the hell is going on?”
He taps away, and when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, he presses his fist to his mouth. “That night, we spoke on the phone. You were extremely drunk, and I told you to get some food and not do anything stupid.”
“Okay...” I drag out.
“Well, I think you did something stupid, but I can’t find it.”
“What the fuck did I do?”
“You were upset about Kelsey and the wedding and needing a date, so you told me you were going to send a generic email to girls you knew, asking if they wanted to be your date.”
My stomach sinks. “Shit, I vaguely recall that.” I scour through my emails. “But I don’t see anything in mysentbox.”
“I know.” Breaker pushes his hand through his hair. “I’m fucking confused.”
“Why? Why are you even bringing this up?”
“I was tipped off by Dave Toney. He said there’s an article coming out tomorrow about you sending an email to a bunch of women, asking if they want to be your date. But... but you didn’t send anything.”
“What?” I say, the cool, breezy attitude I had slowly shrinking away. “How the fuck would someone have known that? Is it a fake email?”
