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And into the Florida room I went.
“Oh my gosh.” I took a deep breath, feeling off. The proposal was a great distraction from the fact that things were going awful with Colt—and the fact that Jackson had made his appearance.
But the fact that they were moving so fast made me feel…
Sad.
“It must be nice to be so in love,” I said to the window, looking out into the night and then laughing. They’re crazy. Maybe I’m crazy.
“Picked up talking to yourself, I see,” a deep voice said from behind me, startling me sideways.
I looked over my shoulder, seeing Jackson standing there, stunning in an all-black tuxedo. “Keeps the crazy away.”
“Maybe I should try it,” he chuckled, holding his own glass of champagne, though I noticed that it was full.
“Maybe they should try it.” I gestured toward the door.
He laughed, taking a few steps toward me. “Maybe. That’s wild. I had no idea Tyson was going to propose tonight.”
“Yeah, me either,” I said, catching my breath as I caught a whiff of his cologne. “But I guess all I can do is be happy for them.”
He nodded, glancing out the window. “I don’t know why they don’t spend more time in here.”
“Probably because they might get locked in,” I said uneasily, taking a step away from him, feeling my heart pounding in my ears. “I’ve heard it can happen.”
“Yeah?” His eyes fell to the floor. “So…you’re here with Colt? He’s a solid guy, ready to settle down and have a family.”
I hesitated, seeing the same expression cross his face as when I’d sung with Mason. “Yeah…”
“He was our lead guitarist for the longest time, and then he bailed.”
“Maeve told me.” I recalled the conversation we’d had. Honestly, on paper, the two of us should’ve been damn near perfect for each other…
But it just wasn’t there.
However, I wasn’t sure I wanted to tell Jackson that in the moment. I liked the way he was acting so unsure of himself.
“Probably a dream man for a woman like you,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You both are the equivalent of no fun.”
“You sure had fun with me,” I shot back, my tone sharp.
“I didn’t mean anything by that,” he reasoned, rocking back onto his heels. “You are fun, just not the kind of fun that I like to have.”
“Oh right, you mean getting shit-faced and not remembering what you did for days on end.” I snorted, rolling my eyes. “And here I was, wondering why the hell you didn’t text me after that night—well, now I guess I’m glad you didn’t,” I snapped, finishing the rest of my champagne and setting it down on the table.
Jackson blocked the doorway. “What are you talking about?”
“You slept with me, stayed the night, snuck out, and then never bothered to even talk to me afterward.”
“Yeah, that’s how a one-night stand works, Lena.” He made a face. “What did you expect me to do, ask you to be my girlfriend?”
“Obviously not,” I snorted, stepping to the side of him. “I guess I just thought you could at least be cordial.”
“I am being cordial. I don’t know what you want from me. I…I don’t know…I don’t know how—”
“How to do what?” I cut him off, growing angry with all the excuses. “I get it. It was just sex to you, and that’s fine. I know that’s all it is. But instead of just making all these stupid excuses, just say that.”
He went silent, studying my face. “I don’t go sleeping around, Lena.”
