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“Hello to you, too.”
“You’re the maid of honor, right?”
God help me if I don’t belt him right in the mouth.“Yep.”
“Being out of town, I’ve missed out on so many of the events with the wedding party.”
“That’s a real bummer,” I muttered.
Flashing a megawatt smile, he said, “I figured since I was the best man I should make nice with the maid of honor by introducing myself.”
Introduce himself? Was he high? I mean, he couldn’t be that big of an asshole to pretend he didn’t know me. Shooting him a withering look, I countered, “You’re kidding me, right?”
His brows furrowed. “No.”
I swept my hands to my hips. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Noah. It’s me, Gaby Resendiz. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”
Noah’s eyes popped wide in shock. After momentarily recovering, his gaze swept over me from head to toe. “Gaby?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Holy shit. The last time I saw you was—”
“At Maya and Sara’s Sweet Sixteen.”
“Right. But you were just—”
“A fattie with braces and an astigmatism?” I prompted.
Noah jerked back like he had been slapped. “Excuse me?”
With a roll of my eyes, I replied, “You heard me.”
“Uh, yeah, I did, but I was hoping I misinterpreted what you said.”
Let’s add arrogant asshole to his multitude of sins. “Oh, was it a misinterpretation when I asked you to dance at the party, and you not only turned me down, but laughed in my face?”
His forehead crinkled, and I could tell he was trying hard to remember the details from that night. After a few moments, he said, “I don’t know what you think happened, but I didn’t tell you no because of what you believe you looked like.”
“Yeah, right.”
Throwing his hands up, Noah countered, “For fuck’s sake, you were like what? Twelve?”
“Almost fifteen.”
“Okay, fine, you were fifteen, and I was eighteen. Call me crazy that I didn’t want to get my ass kicked for dancing with some jailbait kid.”
I opened my mouth to annihilate his cocky ass once and for all, but then his words began to filter into my brain.Oh my God. Was what he said true?Had he really turned me down because of my age and not because of my appearance? Were all these years of loathing him based on a lie?
Noah swept his hand to his hips. “You still don’t believe me, do you?”
“No, I do.” I continued staring at him. Seconds ticked by before I swallowed hard. “It’s just hard realizing …”
He cocked his brows at me. “That you were wrong?”
“Yes,” I reluctantly huffed.
“And I’m not the giant asshole you thought I was?” he teasingly prompted.
