me.”
When the hell did this become about everyone else?
“Sorry. We’ll get black bridesmaid dresses.”
“Screw you.”
“Stop it. Will you be my matron of honor?”
“Of course. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that since you got engaged. When do I get to meet him?”
I hadn’t even realized my sister hadn’t met the man I was planning to marry yet. “When are you free?”
“Tonight. Tomorrow. Every day except I have two kids that I have to tote with me.”
“That reminds me, are you available for wedding dress shopping Saturday afternoon?”
She sighed. “Of course, Jules.”
“Sorry for the late notice. Love you.”
“Love you back.”
“Can we come visit tomorrow night?” I asked. “I’ll bring Nick and I want to see my niece and nephew.”
“Sure. I’ll make you dinner.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Have Brandon order in.”
She giggled, and I laughed along with her.
The next day at work was much like the first, except now I kind of liked Cash. He broke the ice between us and I saw him as a friend. No one would ever replace Travis as my best friend, but I thought about how easy it would be to have a friendship with Cash, a gay man who I would never have romantic feelings for. After the whole catastrophe that my friendship with Travis had become, I was glad to be friends with a guy who I wouldn’t be tempted to sleep with. Not that Cash wasn’t damn hot, but he and I weren’t playing in the same league.
Nick had agreed to meet my sister that night, and we planned to leave right from the office because it was closer to my sister’s place than our house was. So we had driven to work together that morning, and as I made my way to Nick’s office at 5:58, I heard Bree’s familiar tinkling laughter coming from just inside the doorway.
I drew in a frustrated breath that I blew out slowly, forcing myself to count to ten before entering the office. I had learned that technique for controlling anger from a guidance counselor’s presentation in high school.
It was a bunch of bullshit.
After I’d fully let out my breath, I was still angry.
Working hours were over at 5:00, yet this bitch was still here, flirting with my man. I was not having it.
I burst into his office only to find Bree standing directly behind Nick, leaning over him to look at something on his computer screen. Her breasts were nearly pressed up against his shoulder, a smile adorning her perfectly beautiful face. I wanted to slap that smile right off of her, even more so when I saw that he was smiling, too. I gasped when I saw how close she was to him, wondering what the hell they were looking at, and they both looked up at the sound I made.
Nick’s smile quickly faded as he must have realized what I just walked in on, but Bree’s smile widened further. I went from wanting to slap her to wanting to knock her teeth in. I’d never felt so violent in my life.
“You almost ready?” I asked through gritted teeth, trying unsuccessfully not to look like the jealous, possessive bride-to-be.
“Hey, Julianne,” Nick smiled tentatively up at me. “We were just checking out some of our competition for a potential future project.” He clicked the mouse a few times, and Bree finally backed the fuck up.
I pressed my lips together consciously so I wouldn’t say what I really wanted to.
I continued to keep my mouth shut even when we were in the car together.
“You okay, baby?” Nick asked.
I realized I was staring out the window, lost in thought, and we were nearly at my sister’s place. I didn’t want to fight with him, especially not when he was about to meet my sister for the first time.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
“Did you have a good day today?”
“It was fine.”
“You’re quiet,” he murmured.
“Because I don’t want to fight.”
His hand found my leg. “What’s there to fight about?”
“Nothing.”
“Talk to me, Julianne.” His voice was soft and soothing, and a wave of emotion
When the hell did this become about everyone else?
“Sorry. We’ll get black bridesmaid dresses.”
“Screw you.”
“Stop it. Will you be my matron of honor?”
“Of course. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that since you got engaged. When do I get to meet him?”
I hadn’t even realized my sister hadn’t met the man I was planning to marry yet. “When are you free?”
“Tonight. Tomorrow. Every day except I have two kids that I have to tote with me.”
“That reminds me, are you available for wedding dress shopping Saturday afternoon?”
She sighed. “Of course, Jules.”
“Sorry for the late notice. Love you.”
“Love you back.”
“Can we come visit tomorrow night?” I asked. “I’ll bring Nick and I want to see my niece and nephew.”
“Sure. I’ll make you dinner.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Have Brandon order in.”
She giggled, and I laughed along with her.
The next day at work was much like the first, except now I kind of liked Cash. He broke the ice between us and I saw him as a friend. No one would ever replace Travis as my best friend, but I thought about how easy it would be to have a friendship with Cash, a gay man who I would never have romantic feelings for. After the whole catastrophe that my friendship with Travis had become, I was glad to be friends with a guy who I wouldn’t be tempted to sleep with. Not that Cash wasn’t damn hot, but he and I weren’t playing in the same league.
Nick had agreed to meet my sister that night, and we planned to leave right from the office because it was closer to my sister’s place than our house was. So we had driven to work together that morning, and as I made my way to Nick’s office at 5:58, I heard Bree’s familiar tinkling laughter coming from just inside the doorway.
I drew in a frustrated breath that I blew out slowly, forcing myself to count to ten before entering the office. I had learned that technique for controlling anger from a guidance counselor’s presentation in high school.
It was a bunch of bullshit.
After I’d fully let out my breath, I was still angry.
Working hours were over at 5:00, yet this bitch was still here, flirting with my man. I was not having it.
I burst into his office only to find Bree standing directly behind Nick, leaning over him to look at something on his computer screen. Her breasts were nearly pressed up against his shoulder, a smile adorning her perfectly beautiful face. I wanted to slap that smile right off of her, even more so when I saw that he was smiling, too. I gasped when I saw how close she was to him, wondering what the hell they were looking at, and they both looked up at the sound I made.
Nick’s smile quickly faded as he must have realized what I just walked in on, but Bree’s smile widened further. I went from wanting to slap her to wanting to knock her teeth in. I’d never felt so violent in my life.
“You almost ready?” I asked through gritted teeth, trying unsuccessfully not to look like the jealous, possessive bride-to-be.
“Hey, Julianne,” Nick smiled tentatively up at me. “We were just checking out some of our competition for a potential future project.” He clicked the mouse a few times, and Bree finally backed the fuck up.
I pressed my lips together consciously so I wouldn’t say what I really wanted to.
I continued to keep my mouth shut even when we were in the car together.
“You okay, baby?” Nick asked.
I realized I was staring out the window, lost in thought, and we were nearly at my sister’s place. I didn’t want to fight with him, especially not when he was about to meet my sister for the first time.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
“Did you have a good day today?”
“It was fine.”
“You’re quiet,” he murmured.
“Because I don’t want to fight.”
His hand found my leg. “What’s there to fight about?”
“Nothing.”
“Talk to me, Julianne.” His voice was soft and soothing, and a wave of emotion
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