Jordan.
Did she text me last night?
I sit up, reaching over the brunette to snag my phone from the nightstand. Four missed calls from Jensen. I’ll deal with him later, after coffee and whatever the hell this hangover is.
I open my messages and tap on Jordan’s name.
But all that’s there isJordan unsent a message.
That, and the one I sent yesterday.
Congratulations.
No response. Of course.
Shit.
She unsent it.
I try to recall the memory, but it’s foggy. I could’ve sworn it saidshe needed to talk… but maybe that was just the whiskey showing me what I wanted to see.
I rub the back of my neck, my head throbbing.Way too much Macallan.
My gaze drifts to the two naked women half covered by the sheets.And way too much fun.
I text Jensen.
Hey man, sorry I missed your calls.
I head to the bathroom, phone in hand, as he responds almost immediately.
Jensen
Who is she, and is there more than one?
You know me too well.
What’s up? How was the wedding?
Jensen
Dude. She called it off. That’s why I was trying to call you.
What?
Jensen
Jordan. She didn’t get married.
You’re serious?
Jensen
Dead serious. Whole church was packed. Priest was ready. Her grandfather came out and made apologies. Announced that the wedding had been called off. Her mom looked pissed. Mortified. And I didn’t even see her grandmother. She was probably having a heart attack somewhere from shock.
What the fuck?I drop my phone on the counter, run both hands through my hair, and stare into the mirror.She called it off…
And then she texted me?
