kiss?”
He shrugs. “So what? They kissed. Do you know how many times we’ve kissed since she’s agreed to marry me?”
“I’m hoping that’s not a real question because I do not need to know that shit,” I interrupt.
“You guys aren’t even in love,” Reilly snaps, pushing her plate away.
He slices his hand in my direction. “And they suddenly are?”
She pulls at her hair in exasperation. “Kacey has loved Jake forever. That’s no secret, Heath.”
“He’s never loved her back,” he scoffs. “Why do you think she agreed to marry me in the first place? She was sick and tired of the whole town feeling sorry for her for carrying a fucking torch for this guy all of these years. What? Do you think she’s going to forget all of that because he finally shows her some interest?”
“Heath,” I start but he keeps going.
“No, she’s not. Not when I’m offering her marriage and he’s going back to the fucking rig once the house is fixed. Think about it. If she chooses him and doesn’t marry me where will she be? She’ll still be alone, because he’s going to leave; only, this time, it will be worse because she’ll have no hope for anything better. Is that what you want for her?”
In the past four hours I’ve kissed two men, or more accurately, two men have kissed me. What is going on here? Nothing like this has ever happened to me.
And Jake . . .
Oh, God, Jake.
Grrr, Jake.
How could he kiss me like that right in front of Heath? How will I ever be able to look either of them in the eyes ever again? They all know what I did to Jake now.
He kissed me, really kissed me, and then left. Who does that?
Jake Whitmore, apparently.
He is so annoying. Why’d he even come back in the first place? Did he do it just to mess everything up?
Heath and I had a plan. Sure, it wasn’t a fantastic plan or anything but that didn’t matter. Every time Heath kisses me I could almost forget I ever loved Jake.
I’m sure once we’re married I’ll love him even more than I ever did Jake. That’s if he still wants to marry me after what happened tonight.
It’s not like we’re a couple or anything yet, but we were headed that way and fidelity was implied in our plan. We never discussed a “you go your way; I’ll go mine, marriage.”
It’s doubtful he was cool watching his fiancée kiss his best friend. The way he took off after Jake, they could be fighting right now.
What will people around here say about me? Moving seems to be my only option. Somewhere as far away as possible from Jake Whitmore. There’s this remote island off the coast of England that I watched a documentary about once. There were more birds than people living there. I could take up bird watching and be quite happy there. While I haven’t necessarily spent much time around any birds, I’ve never met one I didn’t like.
The locals will all know me as the crazy bird watching Yank who talks to herself and can give them eye exams. I drop my head into my hands and groan realizing how absurd my plan sounds.
I still can’t believe it.
They both kissed me.
Our town is not lacking in the attractive men department but Jake and Heath are in a class of their own. Could they both like me?
Heath has made it clear that he does. Is Jake only showing interest because I’m technically off the market, finally? You weren’t very off the market when you were tangling your tongue with his a while ago, I remind myself.
Why did he kiss me?
Is this some sort of challenge to him? He remembered me being blonde that night so there’s a chance he wasn’t as drunk as I thought he was. He remembered but he didn’t remember me, just my blonde hair.
Still, when he found out we had made out he was angry. Part of me had always assumed he would be. Taking advantage of him the way I had was uncool. His anger would have been deserved.
Why did he leave like that? With both him and Heath gone, I’m left here thinking of the worst possible
He shrugs. “So what? They kissed. Do you know how many times we’ve kissed since she’s agreed to marry me?”
“I’m hoping that’s not a real question because I do not need to know that shit,” I interrupt.
“You guys aren’t even in love,” Reilly snaps, pushing her plate away.
He slices his hand in my direction. “And they suddenly are?”
She pulls at her hair in exasperation. “Kacey has loved Jake forever. That’s no secret, Heath.”
“He’s never loved her back,” he scoffs. “Why do you think she agreed to marry me in the first place? She was sick and tired of the whole town feeling sorry for her for carrying a fucking torch for this guy all of these years. What? Do you think she’s going to forget all of that because he finally shows her some interest?”
“Heath,” I start but he keeps going.
“No, she’s not. Not when I’m offering her marriage and he’s going back to the fucking rig once the house is fixed. Think about it. If she chooses him and doesn’t marry me where will she be? She’ll still be alone, because he’s going to leave; only, this time, it will be worse because she’ll have no hope for anything better. Is that what you want for her?”
In the past four hours I’ve kissed two men, or more accurately, two men have kissed me. What is going on here? Nothing like this has ever happened to me.
And Jake . . .
Oh, God, Jake.
Grrr, Jake.
How could he kiss me like that right in front of Heath? How will I ever be able to look either of them in the eyes ever again? They all know what I did to Jake now.
He kissed me, really kissed me, and then left. Who does that?
Jake Whitmore, apparently.
He is so annoying. Why’d he even come back in the first place? Did he do it just to mess everything up?
Heath and I had a plan. Sure, it wasn’t a fantastic plan or anything but that didn’t matter. Every time Heath kisses me I could almost forget I ever loved Jake.
I’m sure once we’re married I’ll love him even more than I ever did Jake. That’s if he still wants to marry me after what happened tonight.
It’s not like we’re a couple or anything yet, but we were headed that way and fidelity was implied in our plan. We never discussed a “you go your way; I’ll go mine, marriage.”
It’s doubtful he was cool watching his fiancée kiss his best friend. The way he took off after Jake, they could be fighting right now.
What will people around here say about me? Moving seems to be my only option. Somewhere as far away as possible from Jake Whitmore. There’s this remote island off the coast of England that I watched a documentary about once. There were more birds than people living there. I could take up bird watching and be quite happy there. While I haven’t necessarily spent much time around any birds, I’ve never met one I didn’t like.
The locals will all know me as the crazy bird watching Yank who talks to herself and can give them eye exams. I drop my head into my hands and groan realizing how absurd my plan sounds.
I still can’t believe it.
They both kissed me.
Our town is not lacking in the attractive men department but Jake and Heath are in a class of their own. Could they both like me?
Heath has made it clear that he does. Is Jake only showing interest because I’m technically off the market, finally? You weren’t very off the market when you were tangling your tongue with his a while ago, I remind myself.
Why did he kiss me?
Is this some sort of challenge to him? He remembered me being blonde that night so there’s a chance he wasn’t as drunk as I thought he was. He remembered but he didn’t remember me, just my blonde hair.
Still, when he found out we had made out he was angry. Part of me had always assumed he would be. Taking advantage of him the way I had was uncool. His anger would have been deserved.
Why did he leave like that? With both him and Heath gone, I’m left here thinking of the worst possible
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