I flipped my hair. “What’s not to like?”
He kissed my cheek and lingered. His hot breath on my neck caused goosebumps to pop on my skin. “You look gorgeous, Kendra.”
My heart pounded. I felt up the smooth fabric of his jacket, then pulled away, nodding. “Thank you. Now, let’s get this party started.”
As we walked to the parking lot, he grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine. There wasn’t anyone around, but I wouldn’t say a word about it. I liked holding his hand. I liked standing next to him. And truth be told, he was easy to be with. Except when he was meddling in my life, but I couldn’t think about that too much tonight.
This was the Engagement Party Night, and we had four hours to sow more doubt in the minds of True and Jesse.
I slid behind the cart’s wheel, and Rowan gingerly sat in the passenger seat. I reached for the key, but he stopped me with his giant hand. I didn’t spare a thought to what other giant appendages the man sported. Nope. Not one thought.
“Kendra.” He turned to face me on the bench seat. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Do what? Drive my golf cart?” I quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Ruin Jesse’s wedding.”
“We’ve been over this. Yes.” I sighed. “But also, no.”
“No?” Rowan’s eyes lit up. “What’s the no part?”
I heaved a breath and looked toward the edge of the marina. “I didn’t think I’d like True.”
He laughed. “Yeah. That’s the trouble, isn’t it? If you ruin Jesse’s wedding, you ruin hers, too. And she’s so nice.”
“So nice,” I emphasized, turning back toward him. “She’s so nice.”
“Definitely. So nice.”
“It’s like she’s an angel.”
“Looks like one, too,” Rowan said.
I chuckled. “She does!”
“She also looks a lot like you.”
I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “What?”
“You didn’t notice?”
“Notice what?”
“That she looks like you. Blonde hair, blue eyes.” Rowan waved at me. “You could be sisters.”
I snort-laughed. “Well, my real sister might have an issue with that. But, okay.” I thought back to the bridal store. She did have that curly blonde hair. “What of it?”
“Isn’t it interesting Jesse picked a woman that looks exactly like you?”
My pulse picked up a beat. “Maybe.”
“What did his first wife look like?”
Good question. I couldn’t remember. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, opened InstanTick, and pulled up the ex-wife’s profile. I never cyberstalked her when they got together because that was before social media was so prevalent. Finding her didn’t take long because she was still friends with Jesse. “Here she is.” I zoomed into her profile picture and gasped.
Rowan leaned over my shoulder and clucked his tongue. “What a surprise. He has a type.”
“It is a coincidence.” I shook my head and shoved my phone back into my pocket.
