Page 51 of My Rules

Bad.

But in my defense, his face is a major fucking trigger for me, and I had no control over myself.

“She’ll calm down,” Henley says as he scrolls through his phone. “Give her some time.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I reply, uninterested.

“Liar.” Henley smirks.

I fake a smile and then immediately drop my face. “We are in Vegas. I don’t want to think about my annoying neighbor.”

“Right.” Antony nods.

“And if she thinks that when she finally decides to call me back that I’m going to pick up her call, she’s going to be sadly mistaken.”

“Right.” Henley nods.

“If anything, she should be thanking me.”

“For . . . ?”

“Defending her honor,” I huff.

“Because violence is always the way you do that,” Antony agrees with an eye roll.

“Maybe I should defend your honor right here, right now?” I stand and grab my bag from the overhead.

“Come at me.”

We stand as the line slowly trickles out of the plane.

“Come on, guys, perk up. We’re in Vegas,” Henley reminds us.

He’s right; snap out of it. This is Henley’s bachelor party; we need to give him the time of his life. I feel a little of my mojo return.

“For the record, my name this weekend is Lazarus,” I casually tell them as we exit the plane.

“Why is that?”

“’Cause I’ll be fucking those witches.” I wink.

They both laugh out loud, and in that moment, I know the weekend is saved.

I will not think of her again.

Rebecca

“Delivery for Juliet Drinkwater,” the man at the door says as he holds up the roses.

Juliet bounces on the spot as she signs for them, and Chloe and I gush with excitement for her. She closes the door and passes me the beautiful bunch of red roses. “Hold these while I read the card.” I take them from her and inhale the heavenly scent. “Jules, these are gorgeous.” She reads the card and holds it to her chest. “Oh, I love him.”

“What does it say?”

She passes me the card.

Seven days until you walk down the aisle to me.

I can’t wait to marry you.

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