No games.
No pride.
Just pure, unfiltered devotion.
Olivia, all of five feet tall and cute as could be in a pink A-line dress, stepped through the arch like she wasn’t sure if she was walking into a love story or a trap. Her sandy-brown pixie cut framed her face perfectly, but she bit her lip—uncertain. Not of the cameras. Of Todd.
My insides stirred as if my two sides were finally acting as one. She loved him, but she had reservations. Huh. I’d have to figure that out later.
“Dude, sit down,” Jax muttered, tugging on Todd’s shirt. “You’re scaring the woman.”
FYI—there had been some developments between Paloma and Jax. I’d done a little digging into Paloma’s captain. It wasn’t good. And then it had struck me—clear as day. Paloma didn’t belong with her captain. She belonged with Jax.
“Welcome toLove Unscripted,” Roman said, his voice softer now, clearly trying to put Olivia at ease. “I think someone’s excited to see you. Do you have anything to say to Todd?”
Olivia clasped her hands in front of her pink dress, which was swaying slightly. “Please . . . don’t ruin this.”
Oh, Titans.
“I won’t!” Todd shouted back, loud and earnest.
I was going to have to talk to Todd. Maybe suggest he burn a few of the letters he’d written her. They might scare her.
“Interesting developments tonight,” Roman said as Olivia exited the spotlight with a smile and a sigh of relief.
That left Brinley and Jessica’s exes. Well . . . and mine. Who Roman was clearly saving for last.
Jessica’s ex, Asher, was going to be disappointed. Blaine and Jessica were a match—no question. If I had to bet, they’d be opening a flower shop together while Jessica finished law school.
As for Brinley, the jury was still out. Until Liam waltzed through the arch. He was as beautiful as Brinley. Tousled dark hair, a jawline that could rival Roman’s.
I could already see their Instagram grid—sunsets, smoothies, matching swimsuits. The perfect influencer couple.
Though, truthfully? No man there was as attractive as our host. Not even Jonas, with the sexy British thing he had going for him. That accent alone could make women swoon. Add in the broody, mysterious personality and curls to die for, and he was lethal to almost any woman’s heart.
Except mine, of course.
But, boy, did he try. And for that—I’d always care for him.
“Oh my gosh, Liam,” Brinley said breathlessly, grabbing Jessica’s hand like she needed help staying upright.
“Hey, babe.” Liam ran a hand through his hair, all tousled charm. “I messed up.”
Brinley burst into tears and ran straight into his arms.
And I felt it—a tiny shred of peace. One mistake fixed.Who knew how many more to go?
Roman said nothing. Just stood back and grinned. I got the feeling he loved this part. That he loved love.
I used to too.
Asher’s appearance was just plain awkward. Jessica didn’t even flinch. She’d moved on—and Blaine grinned like he’d won the lottery.
And that left . . . Jonas.
My moment had come. The moment I said goodbye to my pride and laid it all on the line.
Cassie leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. “You sure about this?”
