Page 145 of The Wrecked One

He positioned his palm against the interior doorframe as if in need of support. “Yeah, haven’t seen you since the day you walked out on me.” His expression softened in the blink of an eye, and he hid whatever emotions he’d been wearing. “You finally found your sister. Had I known . . .” He let his words trail off while tipping his head my way.

“I’m going to get another drink. Maybe a War and Peace,” I sputtered, then hightailed it to Oliver, not wanting to third-wheel their conversation any longer.

“Everything okay?” Oliver asked while taking me in his arms, setting his hands at my lower back.

“There’s a story between them for sure. From the sounds of it, Mason’s been holding out on me. Doesn’t sound like whatever was between them was nearly as casual as he made it seem.” Based on what I knew, the guy never even showed anyone his condo in New York. She took off on you? From where? What happened? “It seems to me he suffered from a broken heart, and by her hand, rather than a mutual parting of the ways.”

“For a guy who never really dated . . .” He scrunched his nose as if remembering my friends-with-benefits past with Mason. “Looks like he fell for two sisters, and?—”

“Ugh, don’t finish that.” I covered his mouth with my hand, and he licked my palm like always. “You know what this means, though?”

He fake-mumbled against my hand, emphasizing I should lower it from his mouth. I cracked a smile as my adorable fiancé distracted me.

“What does it mean?” he asked once I uncovered his mouth.

Eyes back on the former lovebirds, and thank God I was okay with birds again, I shared, “That the puzzle isn’t as complete as I thought it was.”

“Pretty sure when it comes to my curious and inquisitive fiancée, there will always be a story out there for you to tell. A puzzle to finish.” He nipped my bottom lip with his teeth before pulling back. “And as for them,” he said, gesturing in their direction with his head, “you know as well as I do that you just never know when a plot twist might happen. Maybe their story will change. And if it doesn’t, then it wasn’t meant to be.”

“And who says you’re not a writer?” I dismissed all the heavy stuff in favor of the joy in front of me. I linked my wrists behind my man’s neck, mesmerized by him.

He grinned. “So, what you’re saying is, I can finally be the Clark Kent to your Lois Lane? I’m no longer your Jimmy Olsen?”

I pressed up on my toes, drawing my body even closer to my future husband. “Who are we kidding?” I sighed. “You’ve always been my Superman.”

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