Page 32 of The Do Over
Jack Williams, standing next to the groom during the wedding ceremony and seated on the table closest to the front of the hall, was the only man she had eyes for.
The problem was, he never once glanced her way. Not out of curiosity to know where she was or how she was doing or even the accidental "gaze brushing."
And it hurt.
It stung.
It made her chest ache.
Nevertheless, Sophie had told herself the night before that she wouldn't let him ruin her mood. He might have treated her like she was nothing special, like what they had wasjust sex,but she would keep her smile on and remind her wandering thoughts that it was her brother's and Emily's special day.
Thankfully, Bethany was seated at a table far from them since she wasn't either a bridesmaid, a friend of the bride, or invited by the groom.
"You're lucky," someone said beside her.
Sophie turned to see that it was one of the bridesmaids, Abigail, and she wasn't looking at Sophie. Abigail had her eyes on Jack and was sighing dreamily.
Sophie rolled her eyes and looked away.
"I would have given anything to have a piece of that man," Abigail said, looking at Sophie. "Even if that woman called me a gold digger, I'd have told her it was my turn to dig. You can't keep a man like that to yourself and not give us women a chance to get a piece."
Sophie was getting angry.
"Well, you can have a piece. You can have all of him if you want. I don't care."
Abigail looked at her with surprise on her face. Like Sophie was delusional to speak in that manner. As though she was supposed to be jealous or angry and tell her that Jack wasn't interested in anyone else but her. Well, she discovered he had other interests, didn't she? Like Bethany, for example.
"Huh. Why would you say that? Had your fill of him already?"
"You want to sleep with him, don't you?" Sophie asked her.
"I mean," Abigail shrugged. "Who doesn't? He's a hot single father, mysterious, and not to mention the most attractive out of every other man that has been here for the last two weeks. Who wouldn't want to get a piece?"
Then, as if she was about to share a secret with Sophie, she leaned closer.
"Tell me. How good is he?"
"How good is…you know what," Sophie shook her head, "don't give me an answer. I don't want to know what you're talking about."
"Come on. You know what I mean. How good is he in bed?"
Sophie rolled her eyes, but the look on Abigail's face showed that she wouldn't relent. She was saved from the torture of answering when Jerry came to their table, took the empty chair beside her, and threw his hand over his shoulder.
"Sophie! How are you?"
Sophie was willing to handle his hand on her shoulder—even though it was annoying—if it saved her from talking about Jack.
She turned to him with a forced smile.
"Fine. Uhm, I haven't seen you since the reception started. Also, why are you here?"
"Name placements," he said, tapping the paper on the table.
Sophie looked at it. It said,Jerry.How did she not see that?
"Oh. Oh, I see. Okay. Just like during the rehearsal dinner. If I didn't know better, I'd say you switched it. But you wouldn't do that, would you?" She gave him a suspicious look with a brow arched high.
Jerry flicked his wrist.
