Page 16 of Can't Get Over You
But none of them were dads.
Look at the handwriting.
It was definitely Matt’s.
But he’s not a father.
Is he cheating on me?
He went on a lot of hunting and fishing trips with his friends, but he always sent pictures and texts. He always came home with stories and stinky clothes.
What about an ex?His only other serious relationship was with his college girlfriend, but they broke up six years ago and she lived in another state.
Just talk to him.
Now? Two minutes before walking down the aisle?
No, I’ll wait till we’re in the car, heading to the inn.
I’m not bailing on him because I found a present in his car.
That’d be ridiculous.
Closing the trunk, she hurried back inside, determined to put the gift out of her mind.
As she approached the bridal party, the wedding planner spoke quietly into her microphone, and the chamber trio launched into the processional.
Her best friend handed her the bouquet. “Everything okay?”
In the vestibule, with butterflies in her stomach and toes pinched by the fancy shoes her soon-to-be mother-in-law had gifted her, Finlay nodded and tried for a smile.
But as the maid of honor and best man made their way down the aisle, she grew more agitated. More anxious.
Her dad stood beside her. “You don’t look good.”
Finlay laughed. “Thanks, Dad.”
“You know what I mean. You’re beautiful, angel. But you don’t look happy.” He jingled the keys in his pants pocket. “Car’s outside.”
She wished so badly she hadn’t seen that present. But now wasn’t the time to talk about it. “I’m good.”
“You sure?” Her competitive, athletic dad took no crap. If she told him her concerns, he’d march right up to the altar and confront the groom.
She set her hand on his arm. “Positive.”
The wedding planner gave a nod, and they stepped into the church. Amid a shush of fabric, the congregants rose to their feet.
But she didn’t look at them. She was focused on her fiancé, who stood at the end of the aisle, watching her.
Are you lying to me?
Are you cheating?
Now that she’d had some time to think about it, she could say that, yes, Matt had been acting differently. The other day, she’d looked out the window of their new home and found him onthe walkway. He’d been upset. She’d figured it was about work—there was always a crisis in the finance world—but instead of coming inside to tell her about it, he’d gotten into his car and driven off.
When he’d finally come home, he’d told her it was just some work thing.
But see, he never said, “work thing.”He told her every detail of his job as a wealth manager. She knew the lingo.
