Not at all.
But the absolute shitstorm I caused has my stomach in knots as I sag against Lake’s hard body.
“Let’s go get you some clothes,” he murmurs against my hair, and I nod, sure my makeup will be smeared against his crisp white shirt, but I can’t make myself care.
Because I realize the man I devoted the last decade of my life to isn’t the one I want to marry.
The one in front of me is.
4
LAKE
Ileave Pen passed out on the couch in front of the fire with a note telling her I’ll be right back. My body vibrates as I climb into the driver’s seat and start the engine. The truck roars to life, and I waste no time turning around and heading for the main road. I need to get this back to Beau and swap it out for mine, but that’ll have to wait.
Between Pen’s kiss and those sad fucking eyes, I can barely breathe. I wanted to strip her out of all that white fabric and bring back the smile to her beautiful face.
Really damn inappropriate.
If anything is gonna happen with Pen, it’ll have to wait, because I won’t rush something between us just so she can get over Carter.
Fuck that.
Visions of her walking down the aisle toward me in a lacy formfitting dress play on repeat in my mind and I don’t hate it. Because there’s no in-between—Pen Stewart doesn’t get to be a fling.
Because she’s evermore.
That has my heart pounding in my chest as the resort comes into view. So much has changed today, and Pen isn’t the only one who needs time to adjust.
But that’s also something I can dwell on later.
Right now, I need to focus on retrieving Pen’s stuff and getting back to her before she wakes up. Luckily, my sister had gotten into the bridal suite and collected everything she could, thank God, but there was still no way of knowing if I’d make it out of here unseen.
WREN: Go to the side entrance on the north side of the resort.
Easing into the lot,I slow to a stop and tap out a message.
LAKE: How do you know about that?
WREN: Less questions more thank yous
LAKE: Thank you
I snortand toss my phone into the cupholder as I follow her directions, throwing the truck into park, not bothering to find a spot.
Knocking softly on the door, I jump back when it flies open and Wren stands there with a knowing smirk.
“Awful lot of excitement today, big brother,” she sasses as she rolls the suitcase toward me. It’s designer and undoubtedly belongs to a set.
It’s probably worth more than Beau’s truck.
“That bad?”
“Worse,” she confirms and I nod. “We’re handling it though.”
“Thanks,” I say, pulling her in for a quick hug.
“How’s Pen?”
