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Why does it bother me? Because she had the nerve to leave me? Because she didn’t beg for a second roll in the sack? Because she didn’t think I was the best she’d ever experienced?

Yeah. All those reasons are why I’m pissed and can’t sleep. I’ve never had a woman blow me off like she did. I must remind them that I’m not the relationship type when they show up at my front door unannounced with wine and an overnight bag.

The last girl that dumped me was when I was eleven. I hadn’t hit my growth spurt, and Maranda had. Addison cheated on me, but I was the one that dumped her. Her blubbering fell on deaf ears. ‘I love you.’ ‘It was a mistake.’ ‘They forced themselves on me.’ I heard it all but didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t staying with a cheater.

Cora’s hand stills as she narrows her eyes and pins me with a look. “You’ve been off since the wedding. What happened? Did you get the garter belt and freak out because the bridesmaid came with it?”

Heat floods my skin as my night with Daisy bursts through the wall I’d built to keep it out of my consciousness. Soft curves. Sweet nectar. Ripe mouth. The absolute best sex I’ve ever experienced. I shove it all back and snap a lock on it.

She walked out on me. And even if she hadn’t, there wouldn’t be a repeat. I’ve got to figure my life out because this trajectory leads me nowhere. How do I get my father to listen to reason?

“Holy hell.” She grasps the edge of the desk and thrusts backward. “You did hook-up with one of the bridesmaids, didn’t you?”

“It was nothing.” I walk to my office door and twist the knob.

“That’s such a lie. You’ve been pissy all week, and I thought it was about your dad. Or bad Cajan food from your business trip. But you’re mad about a woman.”

My back stiffens as Daisy’s face shoots behind my eyes again. I need a brainwash. Is that even a thing?

“What did she do? Turn you down?”

“No. Don’t worry about it.” I snatch open the door and step over the threshold.

“Oh….” She whistles. “She rode the disco pole and took off. That’s a classic.” The receiver lifting off the phone makes a clicking sound, and I groan. “I’m calling Grady. He’s going to love this.” She laughs and presses the keys in the familiar cadence of her husband’s phone number.

“Bite me.” I shove the door shut and plot her murder.

I’d follow through if she wasn’t one of my closest friends and secretly helping me run my software business. But for now, it will remain a detailed fantasy.

Chapter Eight

Daisy

Four Hours Later

“So, how was your sister’s wedding?” Zoe pops a plain donut hole into her mouth as she shuts the door of her car. “Was she demanding as always?”

Zoe hates how my sister treats me and vehemently detests her group of mean girlfriends. And that’s why I love her. “It was as horrible as we expected.” Visions of Alexander’s face… And hands…. And mouth…. And all the rest of his delicious body flashes in front of my eyes.

I trip over the curb and flail forward.

At the last second, before I face plant, Zoe grabs my arm and steadies me. “Watch out.”

“Thanks,” I mumble and steady my pace as we walk from the parking lot toward the building.

We both have calculus together. I’m retaking it because I can’t get the concepts through my thick skull, and Zoe’s taking it to offer me moral support. And that’s the other reason why I love her.

“You’ve got to keep your head out of the clouds before you get hurt.”

“You’re right.” She has no idea how right she is. She means watching where I’m walking, but I need to forget Alexander.

I straighten my shoulders and wish it were that easy. It’s been a week, and I’ve thought of little else. How am I supposed to forget something that was soul-shaking? I’ve tried, but I can’t stop fantasizing about him. And dreaming about him.

“So, they really got hitched?” She pops another donut hole into her mouth, and the scent of glazed sugar makes my mouth water. I should have grabbed something to eat.

“Yes.” I gnaw on my bottom lip. “But I think she might have cheated on him during the bachelorette party.” I hitch the backpack higher on my shoulder.

“No, shit?” Zoe stops in the middle of the sidewalk and gawks at me as a group of students fans around us. They meet back together on the other side of the sidewalk. “Julia? You’re talking about Julia? Your sister, Julia?”


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