Page 67 of Dirty Temptation

“Sorry to hear that.” I shake my head.

“She may not last the weekend. Really fucking sad,” Hunter adds. “But as for the rest of the Dufort fam, Uncle Andrew and Aunts Christine and Samantha will fly in tomorrow morning.”

“I feel like everyone is related to everyone in this house,” Molly says. “Except me.”

“Consider yourself lucky.” Addison winks.

“Hey, you begged me to propose for years.” Hunter growls.

“I did not beg you. Your family hounded you.” She props her hands on her hips.

I watch Molly and wonder if she is someone who wants to get married? Does she want to be a mother?

When she catches me looking, her expression cools and she excuses herself.

Fuck.

What did I do now?

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WHO THE HELL is Harlow?

Is she the woman Atlas has been messaging all weekend?

If I hadn’t been standing by the doorway when Ward Montgomery—who is quite the silver fox— arrived, I wouldn’t have heard the conversation between him and Atlas.

Did you bring Harlow with you this weekend?

No. She’s with her family. You know Harlow’s dad is pretty ill.

Wow.

So this woman would be here with him if her dad wasn’t ill? Now he’s cheating on her with me?

Jesus.

She’s clearly someone his father expected him to bring to a family wedding. Someone important.

And I never asked him if he was single. I assumed.

Yet again.

What a damn idiot I am.

You’d think I would have learned my lesson with Steve.

God I’m mad.

At Atlas and with myself.

Can I not choose one single and available man even to have a weekend fling with? What is wrong with me?

I take a deep breath.

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