Page 60 of Unpredictable
“I’m meeting up with someone after this.”
He arched his brow. “Someone, huh? This ‘someone’ wouldn’t be a certain blonde who also happens to be planning your daughter’s wedding, would it?”
I took a sip of my drink. I wasn’t giving anything away, but Reg knew me well enough that I didn’t have to say anything. A knowing—and very smug—grin spread across his face.
“Not getting involved, my ass.” He slapped his knee with a loud chuckle. “Man, you’re so fucked.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” I waved my hand through the air and took another drink.
I didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to think about what might happen if this went south and the shit hit the fan. Regardless of my feelings for Juliana, I was determined to give Olivia the wedding of her dreams.
“So?” He elbowed me. “Are you going to have to change your Facebook status from ‘single’ to ‘in a relationship’?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s—” How did I describe what Juliana and I were doing? We were having sex—amazing sex. And she seemed to be moving forward, but I still had my concerns. “Complicated. She’s…” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I like her. A lot.”
He frowned. “You make it sound like that’s a problem.”
“I’m just not sure where her head’s at. The sex is—god, it’s fucking amazing. But she’s still hung up on her fiancé.”There. I’d said it.
If I didn’t talk to someone, I was going to explode. And I sure as shit couldn’t bring it up with Juliana.
“Whoa. Hold up a minute.” He placed a hand to my chest. “She’s engaged?”
I barked out a laugh, though it lacked humor. “Yes.” I shook my head. “No. Sort of.” I rolled my eyes.
“So that’s why you said it was ‘complicated’? Shit, man.” He swiped a hand down his face. “After what happened with Cam, this was the last thing I’d expect.”
“No.” My eyes went wide. “Oh god, no. She isn’t cheating on him with me. At least—” I tilted my head to the side, considering the circumstances. Trying, like always, to think about how I’d feel in her shoes. In his shoes. My stomach clenched. “He’s missing.”
Reg gaped at me, while I gave him a quick overview of the situation. “Oh fuck. You weren’t joking. Complicated seems like the understatement of the century.”
I nodded, taking another sip of my drink. “Yep.”
“But you like her.” I wasn’t sure whether he intended it as a question or a statement. He seemed distracted, likely trying to process it all.
I nodded all the same. I didn’t just like Juliana—I was falling for her, but I wasn’t going to tell Reg that. I could barely admit it to myself. I was afraid to admit it for fear of losing her.
My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket to see a new text message.
Juliana:Wrapping up, but it might be a little later than I thought.
Harrison:I’m here. Always.
I slidmy phone back into my pocket, only to find Reg watching me. “Was that her?”
“Yeah. I have to go soon.” I polished off the rest of my drink before setting the glass on the counter.
“I’m sure it’s nice to get laid after a fifty-year dry spell.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Ha-fucking-ha.” I rolled my eyes and stood, needing to see her whether she was ready or not.
“Do you think you like her because it feels safe?”
I jerked my head back. “What?”
“Well, she’s not going to want marriage, right? Not after what happened.”
I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, focusing intently on the ground. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it.”
