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“Fine, I’ll move in.”
“Good girl, now that we have our living arrangements out of the way, I need to talk to you about the wedding.”
“The wedding? We’ve only been engaged for a few days.”
“Way too long in my opinion. Let’s organise something small, just with the people closest to us. How’s next week sound?”
“Mason,” I screech. “I need more than a week; I don’t even have a dress yet.”
“You best get on to that then.”
“I’m not marrying you next week.”
“All right, I’ll give you one month … that’s reasonable.”
“Ugh, you’re insufferable.”
“Do you have anywhere in mind?”
“When I showed Brooke my ring at work yesterday, she offered up her place. It would be nice to get married by the beach.”
“That actually sounds perfect. I don’t want a big fanfare.”
“Me either.”
“Tell her we gratefully accept and book it in for next month.”
“Later in the year sounds more plausible.” He clears his throat, not liking my suggestion, and I bite my bottom lip. I need to make things right with my brother and best friend first, because I couldn’t imagine my wedding day without either of them present. “I’m at my apartment now, so I’ll let you go, I’m sure you have work to do.”
“I’ll always make time for you, Red, I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
“I love you, sweetheart.”
“I’ll see you tonight.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Wait, before you hang up. Do you have any special requests for dinner?”
“Yes, you spread out on the table naked, but since that’s not an option because of our son, I’m easy. I love everything you cook for us.”
Our son.
“I love that you said ours.”
“You are part of our family now, babe, so get used to it.”
I’m still smiling when I end the call and slide the phone into the back pocket of my jeans before fishing in my bag for my keys.
I’m apprehensive about being back here; I’m only coming now because I know Connor will be at work. As for Cassie, I have no clue if she stayed behind or went back to Melbourne, but if she’s inside, I’ll turn around and leave. I’m not ready to talk this out yet.
The apartment is empty when I enter, and I feel immediate relief. I spy numerous empty beer bottles sitting on the coffee table. Looks like someone has been having a party, more than likely a pity-party, and as much as that thought hurts my heart, I ignore those feelings and head straight for my room.
As soon as I enter the hallway, Connor’s bedroom door opens, and I jump because I’m not expecting it. “Jaz.” I turn on my heels and start heading towards the door. “Wait,” he says, reaching for my arm. “Don’t go.”
I swing around to face him, and the first thing I notice is he looks like shit. “I have nothing to say to you.”
