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I frowned. “What are you suggesting?”
Leo grinned slyly. “Emmy’s a sucker for a grand gesture, right? So why don’t you do something big and bold to win her back?”
I tilted my head. “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Something that says you didn’t spy on her for her father and would like to get back together.”
“Not helping,” I muttered. “And I really don’t know if getting back together is a good idea. I’m not sure it’s an option.”
“It’s definitely an option,” he said.
Leo chuckled. “Okay, okay. How about this? What if you wrote her a love letter?”
“A love letter?” I repeated incredulously. “Really?”
Leo nodded. “Yeah, man. Pour your heart out on paper. Tell her how much you love her and why you would never betray her like that. Be vulnerable. I guarantee she’ll be moved by it.”
I considered Leo’s suggestion. It did seem like a grand gesture, but I wasn’t sure if it would be enough to win Emmy back. It wasn’t my style. I didn’t do sappy letters and I knew Emmy would know it was forced. She wasn’t going to listen to anything contrived. She would suspect I had been put up to it by her dad. Anything I did had to come from the heart.
Ramsey and Cameron came back to the bar, both wearing silly grins. “He got her number,” Cameron said, referring to the woman Ramsey had been flirting with since we arrived.
“I’m ready to take this bachelor party to the next bar,” Leo said. “We need a better vibe.”
I wasn’t interested in partying but put on a brave face and tried to go with the flow. My troubles with Emmy were weighing me down, but I wasn’t going to ruin Leo’s last night out as a free man. We hopped in the limo and were taken to an upscale bar.
We were escorted to a table and ordered another round of drinks. The bar was clean and vibrant. The large wooden bar had stools lining it, and the color scheme was all golden brown with white, clean walls. The clink of a glass and the laughter of a crowd of people with a hint of music in the background. It was one of those bars you would expect to see rich men and women out for the night wearing their designer clothes and expecting total privacy while also being waited on hand and foot. My eyes drifted around the dark atmosphere, watching people laugh, flirt, and generally have a good time. I was the asshole brooding. I couldn’t even get drunk. The liquor wasn’t working. Nothing was working.
“Seriously,” Leo said. “Stop being such a damn idiot and fix this thing. You and Emilia were meant for each other. Everyone has known it since you were kids.”
“I agree,” Ramsey nodded. “Everyone already knew you guys were going to get together. You’re supposed to be together.”
I took a sip of my drink and thought about what they were saying. They were right. Emmy was the only one I’d ever loved. The problem was, I didn’t know how to fix things between us.
Just then, a woman walked up to our table. She was stunning with long, curly hair and bright green eyes. “Is this seat taken?” she asked, pointing to the empty chair next to me. She sat down without me getting the chance to answer her question.
Ramsey, Leo, and Cameron all looked at me, watching and waiting to hear what I would say. The old Luke would have been very happy to chat with the woman and accept what she was obviously offering. But I wasn’t the same man I had been two months ago. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
The woman looked taken aback. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“No, no,” I said quickly. “It’s not about you. It’s just… complicated.”
The woman gave a small smile. “Isn’t everything?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “You have a point.”
“I’m Tessa, by the way,” she said, holding out her hand.
I took it and shook it. “I’m Luke.”
After a few minutes of small talk, Tessa excused herself and left the table. As she walked away, I couldn’t help but glance at her hips, swaying under her tight dress.
Leo noticed my wandering eyes and nudged me. “Don’t even think about it, man. Emmy is the one for you.”
I sighed, feeling frustrated. “I know, I know. But it’s not like I haven’t been trying to fix things between us. I just don’t know what else to do.”
Cameron leaned forward. “Have you tried talking to her, man? Like really talking, opening up and telling her how you feel? Women like vulnerability. Maybe cry.”
I nodded slowly, thinking about the last conversation I had with Emmy. It hadn’t gone well. “I tried, but she just shut down on me. I don’t think she wants to hear it. And Emmy would not appreciate tears. She would laugh at me. She knows me too well for shit like that.”
