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He nodded.
“Yeah. I took a lot of time to figure out the best way to park the car. Why?”
Why? He should have given his flimsy excuse and headed to bed, not brought about a reason for the conversation to be continued.
“You looked pissed,” she replied.
“Me?”
It was then that Jack realized he was frowning. He quickly straightened his expression. “There’s nothing wrong. But I should turn in, though. Goodnight.”
Sophie nodded, and Jack got out of there as quick as he could, walking briskly into his room and closing the door behind him before exhaling the breath he had been holding. Sleep, Jack knew, was the only way the night would end in the way he wanted. If he couldn’t sleep soon, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from walking out there again.
CHAPTER3
JUST CALL ME MURPHY!
Sophie still hadn’t gottenover seeing Jack the night before. Sure, she acted like everything was fine, offering to drive them and take care of things so he could get early rest, but it didn’t mean she meant it every time she smiled.
In fact, she held herself from saying some very choice words to him the second the door opened and he stood there because she saw his son. When her brother had explained that they were going to be staying in the same house, she almost protested.
But it would only mean that she had to explain why, and after all these years, she would come off as the petty one, which wasn’t the image that Sophie wanted to project and screw up her brother’s wedding. Besides, Jack seemed to be perfectly fine spending the next two weeks under the same roof as her.
If he had no complaints, she would fake it too.
“Hey.”
They had come to her parent's house in the same car, although Jack drove this time. When they arrived, Andrew was outside, pulling Jack away, needing to tell him something. Sophie entered the house, where she met Emily in the living room.
“Hey,” she replied.
Emily pulled her into a tight hug, and Sophie could tell that between the previous night and now, the bride-to-be had been really busy. “Thanks for coming so fast.”
“No worries,” Sophie assured her. “You need me. I’m here. What can I do for you?”
“Well, it’s a two-man job because we need the opinions of the two people we value a lot to get everything right and in time for the wedding,” Emily replied. “So, you and Jack will be doing a little shopping for us.
We want to get wedding programs, but Andrew and I have been stuck on the color, font, and the kind of paper we want to use…since we don’t want to hire someone to handle the wedding. But we’re confident you two will make the best decision for us.”
“That’s a lot of trust,” Sophie replied. She was about to ask why they didn’t hire a wedding planner, but it was Andrew and Emily’s wedding. Her role was to be supportive. “I have a terrible eye for things like this.”
Emily laughed breezily, slapping Sophie lightly on the shoulder. “You don’t. You absolutely do not. Besides, I think I’m going to like whatever you pick because it’s you. Jack is only tagging along because Andrew thinks you two might end up working better with each other than having you go one at a time.”
Sophie wished her brother did not open his mouth because it would have been a solo trip rather than having to stand in Jack Williams’s presence all day long.
“Uhm, are there any of the other bridesmaids that might want to tag along? I know you trust me—“ Sophie added a short laugh to mask how she felt, “but I fear I don’t trust myself. I’d feel safer getting a second opinion from someone that knows you better.”
“No one knows me better than you,” Emily insisted. “And I’m sorry, but the others have other assignments to carry out. One of them bailed, so we’re one bridesmaid down.”
There was no room to protest anymore because the door opened, and Andrew, with Jack, walked in.
“Hey, sis,” Andrew hugged her. “Morning.”
“Morning.”
“You’ve heard from Emily, right? We need you guys to help choose the right program for the wedding. Jack here,” he slapped Jack on the back,” will not trouble you, so you don’t have to worry about picking a color and having him object to it.
He’s just tagging along to give you moral support.”
