Page 192 of Bridesmaid By Chance
I’m better than that.
So I play it cool.
Sloane: Oh yeah? Give him a pat on the back? A solid handshake? Maybe brought him a French silk pie to share? Not sure if he even likes that, but what a nice treat for the both of you.
He texts back immediately.
Jude: What do you think I did at his office?
Okay, I don’t like how evasive he’s being. I need to play this right. So I take my chances and I text Hudson again.
Sloane: Hey, uh, my brother has texted me and said he stopped by your office. Any chance you want to let me know what you chatted about?
I send the message and wait a few seconds, hoping that maybe he will text me back right away, but unfortunately my husband is being very neglectful at the moment. So I text Jude.
Sloane: Umm, pretty sure I just said what I thought you did. Is that a no on the pie?
To my displeasure, Jude texts back right away.
Jude: Do I look like the type of person who shares pie?
This is very unlike my brother. He doesn’t beat around the bush. He gets straight to the point, and the fact that he’s not doing just that freaks me out. Makes me think that he possibly knows something that he shouldn’t know.
And he’s attempting to sweat me out.
Not going to happen.
Sloane: You’ve shared pie with me before.
The moment I send the text, the phone rings and for a moment, I think it’s going to be Hudson to help a girl out, but instead, it’s my brother, and I know I’m utterly fucked.
All I need to do is deny, deny, deny.
What’s he going to do? Hop on a plane, travel across the Atlantic, and give me a stern talking-to? No, he won’t do that. Worst-case scenario, he strangles Hudson, and I guess right now, better Jude than me, you know, since I’m his wife.
Clearing my throat, I answer the phone, “Hello, Big Brother.”
“Hello, Sister who hasn’t talked to me in a long time.”
Okay, okay, his voice seems relatively normal. If he knew about me marrying Hudson, pretty sure there wouldn’t be any pleasantries. So that’s a nice observation to have.
“Yes, crazy, right? I’ve been pretty busy.”
“So I’ve heard,” he says.
What exactly has he heard?
“Oh yeah? What, uh, what have you heard around the streets?”
“I heard from your boss that you’re in London.”
Okay…he saidboss. Nothusband. That’s a good sign.
“Why, yes, yes I am,” I answer. “Having a little fun over here in the land of tea and Big Ben, and boy, is he big. Thick. Girthy.”
“Sloane.”
“Hmm?”
