Page 1 of The Ex-cavenger Hunt

Chapter One

Lily

There’s something about the smell of coffee in the morning that feels like a warm hug, especially when it’s my day off. Nothing says the best day of my life like the comfort of my fuzzy couch, lounging pants, and a nice cup of java.

This is the life, right?

Who needs to spend the day with the family while listening to my sister bragging about her wedding and perfect fiancé?

I’m pretty sure he’s not perfect.

Is there such a thing as the perfect anything? If there was, would I be spending my lazy morning with a guy who adores me, and I adore back?

Doubtful. Dominique is spending the day golfing with our father. Maybe that’s what makes him the best in my parents’ eyes and why they are happy my sister is marrying him. Cleo could do better. Maybe not, maybe that’s as good as it gets.

And who wants to be with someone on those terms? Not me.

As if my sister can hear my thoughts, I receive a text from her with a link.

Me: Are you trying to spam me?

Cleo: Mom and I were discussing that you won’t be bringing a date to the wedding. It’s sad that you’re still single—I mean after ALL the men you’ve been dating. One would think you’d be at least in a serious relationship by now.

Me: Are you slut-shaming me?

Cleo: I wouldn’t dare. However, our parents are concerned about you.

Me: Tell our parents that I’m happy the way I am.

Cleo: Sure, but just in case I’m sending you a few more links. Even if you don’t bring a date, I think it’d be good for you to learn how to love yourself.

“Bitch,” I mutter under my breath. I could respond in so many ways, but I choose to be the bigger person.

Me: Sometimes I wonder if you’re adopted, or you just get a kick out of fucking with your youngest sister.

Okay, maybe that’s not being the bigger person, but she really is good at messing with my head.

Cleo: I’m concerned about you.

Me: What are you concerned about? That I won’t look good in bubble gum pink for the bridesmaid dresses or that I’ll have to walk with Pinky down the aisle because I don’t have a date?

Cleo: I wouldn’t make you walk with the family dog. You’re going to be paired with Ethan.

Me: Dominique’s brother? What the fuck? Like I want him to grab my ass in front of all the guests. No, thank you.

Cleo: He’s not that bad.

Me: You’re the one who said he’s a pervert and . . . I can’t even remember everything you said about him, but it’s a definite nope.

Cleo: Well, then you better bring a significant other—who is important. Not some douche from the streets.

Me: Are you for real?

Cleo: Yep.

Me: Don’t worry, I’ll bring the love of my life along.

Cleo: Like you’d find one.

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