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“So, it’s not about him,” Allison said.
“Oh, God no. Not even a little bit,” Sutton assured her. “I just…it doesn’t seem practical.”
“It’s just money. There will always be a time to make more money,” Mia said. “For a day of fun memories? To marry Viper in front of your friends? Seems worth it to me.”
“It’s just money,” Sutton said. “I’ve never had any money. I don’t have any money now, either. We’re saving for a house. Viper’s got a little nest egg, but I have nothing. It doesn’t feel right asking him to spend money on a wedding, no matter how small, when every penny we make should be going to the house fund.”
“You deserve a wedding,” Joni said. “If that’s what you really want. Forget about the money for a second. What do you actually want?”
Sutton paused for a moment and then she sighed. “I want a white dress and a tiara with a veil. I want to look like a fairy princess.” She looked around the table and sighed. “Damn it.”
Chapter 38
“You idiot,” I muttered.
I looked at the meal I’d prepared for Smoke as it sat on the kitchen counter. It was past nine o’clock and the food had long since gone cold. There had been no word, no phone call, no text from him.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
I’d worn my leather pants because after dinner, I was going to ask him to take me for a ride on the back of his motorcycle. I’d styled my hair and put on a full face of makeup. I was completely ready to satisfy him in every way.
Then I waited.
I’d taken the boots off an hour ago.
With a sigh, I got up and went into the bedroom to change. Once I was in a pair of pajama shorts and a threadbare T-shirt, I went into the kitchen to clean up the meal.
I felt like a fool, but I wasn’t angry. Disappointment blasted through me, deflating my mood—and my self worth.
Why did I do this to myself?
Why did I place my happiness and enjoyment on things outside of my control?
It was time I did something about this. Maybe I needed a man cleanse. I should’ve been spending time with myself, doing yoga, meditating, reading a bunch of nonfiction self-help books so I could get really clear about who I wanted to be and what I was willing to do to make my life the life I truly wanted.
I thought Smoke was different. But he was just like Knox. Careless with my emotions. Dismissive of my time.
I was wiping down the counter when there was a knock on my door.
With a glare, I went to answer it.
I was prepared to level Smoke with a tirade, but when I opened the door, I gasped.
“What happened?” I demanded, immediately rushing to him so I could examine his battered face and black eye.
I wrinkled my nose and stopped.
Cheap perfume. And is that—
“Why the hell is there glitter on your neck?”
Before he could muster up a lie, I attempted to shut the door in his face.
“It’s not what you think,” Smoke said, putting his hand up to stop the door from closing. “And if you give me five minutes, I’ll tell you why I didn’t call, why I have a black eye, and why I smell like another woman.”
“You missed dinner.”
“I know.”
