Page 45 of Take My Heart
‘No. I don’t have anything to say to him.’
‘You need to talk to him. You can’t just leave him at the altar and not talk to him. Plus, you have his car.’
‘Yeah, I guess I’ll have to deal with that,’ I mutter, already dreading that phone call. ‘Have you talked to him?’
‘No, I haven’t seen him since the wedding. Mom and Dad talked to his parents.’
‘What did they say?’
‘They didn’t come out and say the actual words, but it sounds like they might sue Mom and Dad for some of the wedding costs.’
‘Why would they sue them? Cam’s parents are worth millions.’
‘Yes, but technically it was Mom and Dad’s responsibility to pay for the wedding and they didn’t.’
‘Because Cam’s parents insisted on paying for it so theycould get their way and have everything the way they wanted it.’
‘Well, you didn’t get married and now they want their money back. Sounds like they only want half, but still, it’s a lot.’
‘Yeah, like $150,000. Mom and Dad can’t afford that.’
‘They can, but they don’t want to pay it.’ She sighs. ‘You see all the problems you’re causing? You just need to end this and get back here. Cam’s a great guy. He may not be perfect, but he’s a lot better than some other guy.’
I take a breath, trying to remain calm. ‘For the last time, I am not marrying Cam.’
‘I don’t know why you’re being so difficult.’
‘I need to go. I’ll talk to you later. Bye, Jill.’
I end the call, then break down in tears. Calling her was a mistake. I feel worse, not better. Why can’t she be supportive? Why does she take other people’s side over mine? She’s always been like this and I don’t understand it.
We’re five years apart, so it’s not like we were ever that close, but still, I’m her sister. Her only sister. Can’t she at least try to see my side of things?
Chapter 9
Kate
‘Brody?’ I knock on his door. ‘Can I come in?’
‘Yeah, go ahead.’
I walk into his room, stopping when I see him. He’s sitting on his bed. Shirtless. My eyes drop to the muscles that line his chest, then slide lower, to his abs.
‘Kate?’
My gaze jerks back to his face. ‘Yeah.’ I walk up to him. ‘Here’s your phone.’
‘Just put it on the nightstand,’ he says, staring at his laptop.
‘What are you working on?’
‘I need to write an email to my customers explaining why I didn’t show up today. I should’ve done it sooner, but I didn’t know what to say. I’m not good with this shit. I know how to mow lawns and plow snow. That’s it. I’m not good when it comes to the business stuff.’
‘I might be able to help.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Part of my job is customer service and I’m actually pretty good at it, or that’s what my boss tells me.’
