I remember her from the party because she was sweeter than most of the women who wear fancy Hollywood clothes.
She places her hands on Greyson’s chest and tilts her head up, expecting a kiss.
Feeling sick, I turn, pressing my eyes closed as I try to get my emotions under control.
“Greyson. I promise you, I’m gonna make a damn fine Mrs. Prosper,” she says with a light chuckle.
To which Greyson replies, “We’ll see about that.”
1
GREYSON
Four MonthsLater
“Damn,who would have thought Roderick would hook up with Aspen after all these years?” Duke mumbles.
Annoyed, I snap, “It wasn’t a hookup, you numb nut. They’re married.”
“Yeah, same thing.”
I don’t bother telling him how different hooking up is from marriage.
As Randy goes to climb into my truck with Frankie, I tell him, “I have some things I need to take care of, so you’ll need to ride back with my brothers.”
Randy pauses, then directs Frankie to the other vehicle.
Duke fixes me with a judgmental gaze. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
I glare at him, daring him to argue.
Penny absentmindedly exits Dottie’s and goes to my truck.
“You’re in front,” I tell her.
With her hand still on the back door handle, she asks, “What about?—”
“I said, you’re in front.” I slide behind the wheel and wait for her to climb in.
She does so without looking at me, which hurts more than I care to admit.
Everything was perfect until four months ago, when a little too much alcohol had me making one very big mistake.
At the time, it felt right, and I thought she was enjoying herself. In fact, I know I was.
But the next day, she didn’t just avoid me. She treated me like I had the plague.
Which sucked because I thought we had something special.
I replayed every moment in my head, wondering where I fucked up. I may have made the first move, but there’s no denying that she pushed for it. Still, she acts like she hates me.
I thought that eventually, we could go back to normal, but she can’t stand next to me at an informal party without cringing.
And while I can’t force her to like me, I can make sure she knows to respect me in front of others.
Deep down, I think I know what has her so upset. With the way she’d been coming onto me, I’d thought she was experienced, but the moment I entered her, I knew I was wrong.
It kills me to know I took something from her. That she may have had too much to drink and didn’t realize what she was agreeing to.
