Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Hi Bec,
Where are you?
I close my eyes. Ugh. I am not good company right now; I’ve fallen into a self-pity hole, and I just need to sleep it off.
I reply.
I’m at home but I’m beat.
Breakfast in the morning?
I feel a twinge of guilt as I see her dots bouncing. I hope she didn’t want to do something tonight with Henley being away.
No worries,
I’m tired too.
Saving myself for tomorrow night.
Love you, good night.
Xox
I’m looking forward to tomorrow night too. I smile in relief and reply.
Good night,
Love you too.
Xox
I turn off the television and head upstairs for a long, hot bath and bed.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Blake
“This is the captain speaking; welcome to Las Vegas.” The voice sounds through the intercom. “The current local time is nine forty p.m. We trust you had an enjoyable flight and look forward to seeing you again soon. Safe travels, everyone.”
The plane drives down the tarmac toward the airport. I turn my phone off flight mode and discreetly look at the screen.
“Did she call?” Antony asks from beside me.
“Who?” I raise my eyebrow in question.
“You know who.”
“No,” I reply. “I don’t.” I stuff my phone back into my pocket.
“What did you expect?” Henley mumbles. “You beat her ex to a pulp, and you aren’t even with her.”
“Imagine if he was.” Antony laughs. “A for-real fucking psycho.”
I roll my lips as I glare out the window, not in the mood for these fuckers tonight.
I messed up.
Bad.
But in my defense, his face is a major fucking trigger for me, and I had no control over myself.
“She’ll calm down,” Henley says as he scrolls through his phone. “Give her some time.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I reply, uninterested.
“Liar.” Henley smirks.
I fake a smile and then immediately drop my face. “We are in Vegas. I don’t want to think about my annoying neighbor.”
“Right.” Antony nods.
“And if she thinks that when she finally decides to call me back that I’m going to pick up her call, she’s going to be sadly mistaken.”
“Right.” Henley nods.
“If anything, she should be thanking me.”
“For . . . ?”
“Defending her honor,” I huff.
“Because violence is always the way you do that,” Antony agrees with an eye roll.
“Maybe I should defend your honor right here, right now?” I stand and grab my bag from the overhead.
“Come at me.”
We stand as the line slowly trickles out of the plane.
“Come on, guys, perk up. We’re in Vegas,” Henley reminds us.
He’s right; snap out of it. This is Henley’s bachelor party; we need to give him the time of his life. I feel a little of my mojo return.
“For the record, my name this weekend is Lazarus,” I casually tell them as we exit the plane.
“Why is that?”
“’Cause I’ll be fucking those witches.” I wink.
They both laugh out loud, and in that moment, I know the weekend is saved.
I will not think of her again.
Rebecca
“Delivery for Juliet Drinkwater,” the man at the door says as he holds up the roses.
Juliet bounces on the spot as she signs for them, and Chloe and I gush with excitement for her. She closes the door and passes me the beautiful bunch of red roses. “Hold these while I read the card.” I take them from her and inhale the heavenly scent. “Jules, these are gorgeous.” She reads the card and holds it to her chest. “Oh, I love him.”
“What does it say?”
She passes me the card.
Seven days until you walk down the aisle to me.
I can’t wait to marry you.
xox
“Ahhhhhh.” We all swoon.
“Who could ever have imagined that Henley James would end up being so perfect?” Chloe smiles dreamily.
“I did.” Juliet beams with happiness. “I knew all along that he had it in him.” She carries her roses into the kitchen. “He’s going to be the best husband that ever lived. Better put these in some water.”
Chloe and I walk into the kitchen, and while she sits down on the stool, I get to making us a cup of coffee.
Juliet dials a number and holds her phone with her chin as she fills the vase with water. “Hello, Mr. James.” She smiles. “I just got a beautiful delivery.” She laughs and then listens as she begins to undo the ribbon around the bunch of roses. “Seven.”
“She’s walking on air,” Chloe mouths.
“I know.” I smile. Juliet’s happiness is contagious. “I can’t wait for the wedding next weekend.”
“My god, me too.”
“She’s going to be the most beautiful bride.”
“Definitely the happiest.”
“Thank you.” She smiles. “I love you.” Her eyes float over to us as we listen in. “Oh, he does?” She laughs out loud. “Yes, put him on.” She keeps rearranging her roses. “Hello, Antony.” She smiles. “Well, you behave yourselves.” She laughs out loud, as if surprised by something he said. “No. I will not bail you out of jail.”
“She totally would,” Chloe whispers.