Josie sits beside me on the couch. “You’re just jealous your hand is getting all the action lately.”
She’s right about that.
Sev crawls on my lap, careful of my arm. She looks at my hand that’s not in the splint, and then Josie but doesn’t say anything. Thank fuck she doesn’t understand the meaning.
Rhett and Josie leave, to where, I don’t know, and I don’t care. Probably to the wedding and I sit here with Sev. “I should stop her from marrying him, shouldn’t I?”
“I nots know.” Sev stares at me and then the cookies my mom left on the coffee table knowing Sev was coming over. “Can I have a cookie?”
I shrug, laying my head back and staring at the ceiling. “I don’t care. Eat the whole plate.”
I googled crashing a wedding last night. You know what came up?
A movie.
Other than that? A picture of a well-known freestyle motocross champion crashing his dirt bike into a rose garden and beneath it, a bride, a groom, and a wedding I’m assuming he wasn’t invited to. For one, I don’t have a dirt bike. And two, I shouldn’t wait until they get to the actual wedding day, should I?
Honestly though, how many country songs have been written about the guy waiting until the wedding day to make a move?
More than a few I’m sure.
How do they end? Does he get the girl? Tell me I’m doing the right thing here. Or are you thinking I’m an idiot for waiting this long?
Well, you’re gonna be even more disappointed when I tell you I don’t have a plan. I lied to you. This is where I leave you with the to be continued.
CHAPTER27
Confessions
ABBI
What is this life?
Griffin Hemington is notthe man I thought he was, but you knew that already, didn’t you? So why am I marrying him?
Fuck if I know.
I begin to weigh the pros and cons.
My family adores him, but that’s because he can lay on charm when he wants, but it’s easily displaced by his cold heart.
And he basically owns my family now. If I don’t go through with this wedding, Gage Hemington will take everything from my father and sell it. He will be left with 25 percent of a company his grandfather started.
That in itself has left me unable to decide anything for myself.
My other dilemma? Aside from the fact that I’m 99.9 percent sure he’s cheating on me?
I’m late. I’m not talking a few days, or even weeks. Girl, it’s now March and my period is nowhere to be found. I’ve been nauseous, throwing up some mornings, and nights, sleeping all the time, and my boobs feel like they’ve doubled in size and tenderness. I know how this works.
So yesterday I peed on a stick and two pink lines confirmed my theory.
Pregnant. I don’t dare go to the doctor because Griff will find out and it’s not his. I know in my heart it’s not.
How can I go into a marriage knowing I’m pregnant with another man’s baby?
Before you go think it’s Griff’s, I know it’s not. It couldn’t possibly be. We hadn’t had sex for two weeks leading up to Christmas because I was on my period, and the week after aunt flow interrupted us, I went to Amarillo, slept with Jace, and Griff and I hadn’t had sex again since the other night.
And that leaves me with my current dilemma. Going through with the wedding. He couldn’t possibly want to marry me if he knew I slept with Jace, right?