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He’s really fucking good at pulling off the “we’re in love” thing.

“Okay, then,” Ren says, and I drag my eyes away from Grayson’s, trying and mostly failing to find my equilibrium. “We’ll do it at Kincaid. Now, what are we thinking for food?”

“We should do Russo’s,” I say. “They have the best food.”

My stomach growls just thinking about it. Their Alfredo is to die for.

“We can do that,” Gray says, grinning at me.

“You can’t just let him have whatever he wants all the time.”

My mother, ladies and gentleman.

Gray glances at her, then taps the tip of my nose before turning fully to her. “I’ve been giving him whatever he wants our whole lives. Why should now be any different?”

Josh didn’t goes unsaid.

It’s no secret that I didn’t get much say in anything that happened there, but now that I’m away from the situation, I can see that Josh didn’t get much say in it either. His parents are kind of controlling assholes. He’s opened up to me about it a little bit since our failed wedding.

Nothing major. Just enough that I’ve gotten the vague idea that maybe they aren’t great people.

“I don’t like those people,” Ren says, clearly hearing what Gray wasn’t saying.

“Me neither. The whole lot of them can rot in hell,” my mom agrees.

And that right there is why I haven’t said a word about my friendship with Josh. At first, I think Gray was skeptical, even, but not anymore. I think he almost feels bad for Josh. Hell, we both do.

“Okay,” I say. “We’re not talking about them. We’re talking about us and our wedding stuff.”

There’s no point in letting them dissolve into anger all over again. I know that hell has no fury like a woman scorned, but they weren’t scorned; I was. Try telling that to my mom and Ren, though. They won’t hear a word of it. I’m their sweet little Harlow, and therefore Josh is a dick, and I’m a sad victim.

Which, okay, but can’t they see how happy I am to not be married to him and to be married to Gray instead?

Josh did us all a favor—but me especially.

Being married to Gray is my favorite thing in the entire world. God, it’s gonna suck so fucking badly when I’m not anymore.

Just the thought alone has my stomach aching, so I shift in my seat, leaning closer to him. He wraps his arm around me, turning his head to press his lips to my hair, and I snuggle into his side.

At least we’ll always be friends. Nothing’s going to change that.

Chapter 23

Grayson

I’m itching to get home. What else is new? I’m always ready to get back to Harlow, but especially today.

I glance down at my phone, shooting him another text. He’s probably still asleep. He’s been sleeping on and off all day, only responding to me in short, one-word messages.

Me

Do you need me to bring anything home?

He woke up this morning feeling like death and looking like it too. His normally tan skin was pale and gaunt, his eyes were red-rimmed, and the tip of his button nose was raw.

I’m not fully expecting a response, but one comes in a few seconds later.

Harlow