Page 27 of Four Weddings to Fall in Love
WhenMaxMoksayshello to me, I feel myself blush, which pisses the shit out of me.I’m a modern woman, comfortable with my sexual side.I do not blush over a mere “hello.”
Except my body seems to come alive at the sound of his voice.
“Hi, Max.”I hope I sound normal.
I’m used to seeing him in a suit, but now he’s wearing a polo shirt and khaki shorts.
Max inshorts.It seems all wrong.Nearly as wrong as him wearing, I don’t know, an inflatable T-Rex costume.
His brows pinch together.“Do you have any painkillers?”
Ah.Is that the only reason he spoke to me rather than hiding?
“I do.”I reach into my purse and pull out a small bottle.“Take whatever you need.”
He dumps two into his hand and swallows them dry.
Does he have a hangover?Huh.It seems wrong for him to be hungover, just like it seems wrong for him to be wearing shorts.I feel like I’m in some alternate reality.
Perhaps that explains the next words out of my mouth.“I’m going to Tim Hortons now.Want to come with me?It’s practically next door.”
He nods, and after he hands over his key card to the front desk, we head outside.He winces at the sunshine but doesn’t say anything as we put our stuff in our cars.
Yep, he’s hungover.
Truly bizarre.He must have had a lot more to drink after I left—he didn’t seem drunk when we were talking.Or perhaps he was?Perhaps that’s the reason he answered my question.
Tell me, what would you do if you had another chance?
My inner muscles clench at the memory of how I hurried to my hotel room and fucked myself hard.
God, things with Max have been so weird.
But going to Tim Hortons together?That’s pretty normal.I order a medium coffee and a Boston cream donut, though I regret my order as soon as I say it out loud.“Cream” makes me think of…
Yeah, I’ve always had a dirty mind.
Max orders a breakfast sandwich, a bottle of water, and a large coffee.I’m amused that it’s a double-double.I’m not sure why, but I half expected him to be the sort of guy who takes his coffee black.Maybe he’s just having cream and sugar because of his hangover.
We sit down, and there’s an awkward silence.I canfeelthe words he said between us, even if neither of us mentions them.
I bite into my donut and get some chocolate on my lip.When I swipe it off with my finger, his expression doesn’t change, but his gaze zeroes in on my mouth.My skin tingles.
“Any plans for the day?”I ask.
“Laundry.Preparing my lunches for the week.”
He’s one of those meal-prep people.I shouldn’t be surprised.I picture him at his kitchen counter with an array of containers in front of him, and for some reason, I smile.
“I should do some laundry, too,” I say.“Eat something more nutritious than a donut.”I hold up said donut.“Probably also field a phone call from my mom, who will want to discuss the wedding in excruciating detail.”
“You have my condolences.”
“Thank you.Also, the air conditioning in my car is broken, so I’ll need to cool off once I get home.Hopefully the drive won’t be too long.”
He nods before biting into his sandwich.He still looks a little worse for wear.
Okay, I have to ask.“How much did you drink?”
