Page 75 of The Wedding Situation Romance

“Even though I said I wasn’t going to sleep with him, and the last time we talked I was pissed off that he has the audacity to get a room with only one bed?” I ask, continuing to shovel cookie dough onto the sheet before popping it in the oven.

“Even though all of that,” she says, and I sigh, chewing on my upper lip as I lean back against the counter for a moment.

“I really wasn’t going to, but…”

“But?” She presses gently with a smile.

“But he is just so…” I trail off, apparently needing her help again.

“So… sexy? Persuasive? Charming? Rich?” she asks.

“All of the above,” I moan as I cover my face with my hands. Then I pull them away again. “And you know what the worst part is? I’m not even upset about it. I don’t even regret sleeping with him despite the fact that I was dead set on not doing it. If anything, I’m glad I did. It was the best sex I ever had, and it was also one hundred percent instigated by me, so even if I wanted to, I can’t actually be mad. Which is kind of annoying, honestly,” I let out, searching the counter for my glass of wine.

“Sounds to me like things are getting a little messy,” she says, and I swallow a large gulp.

“Tell me about it,” I mutter.

“Do you think you’re falling?” She asks, and I just blink.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…do you think you’re falling for Reid? In love with Reid.”

“What? No!” I blurt out, and then I go back to chewing my lip again. Allegra notices and smiles. Best friends are annoying. “Even if I did, which I don’t, but if I did… I couldn’t. So. There.”

“I don’t really think that’s how it works,” Allegra says as she scoops Kimbree up off the floor, wooden spoons in tow. “You know as well as I do that love isn’t something a person can control. Especially when the universe gets involved.”

“If the universe is involved with my having sex with Reid August, the universe is seriously in some kind of retrograde and ismessing with me,” I tell her in a baby voice as I kiss Kimbree’s chubby hand.

“Is that his name?” she asks. “Ried August?”

“I think so,” I shrug, going back to the cookie dough bowl. “That’s what people kept calling him at the wedding. August.”

“Weird,” she says, then her mouth quirks into a teasing smile. “Quinn August…”

“Oh my God, stop!” I say, throwing a chocolate chip at her.

“Come on, I bet you’ve thought about it. You were probably scribbling it on your tablet at work…”

“I was not…” I tell her. And I wasn’t. But I might have thought about the way it sounds.

“Okay, but serious question…” she says. “Do you think you could be? Falling for him, I mean…”

I open my mouth. Close it. Open it. Close it. Then I laugh. “I don’t know…”

“No?” Allegra asks.

“No. I mean…yes, he is all the things you said, but he’s also stubborn and egotistical and literally makes a living ruining people’s marriages…”

“Any idea why?” she asks.

“Not really,” I sigh. “Every time we come close to talking about love and relationships, he changes the subject.”

“Oh. Dude’s been burned,” she says, and I tilt my head.

“Maybe?”

“Not maybe. For sure. Unless his parents had a horrible marriage and he grew up surrounded by their misery–”