Page 3 of One Night with my Best Friend's Dad

“And who will have the rings?” Father O’Brien asks.

Oliver, Connor’s best man, holds his pointer finger in the air. “I will.”

I glance from Oliver to Mac. He’s already looking at me—his expression is unreadable, like he knows I have a secret to spill.

I’ll have to let him know soon. But I’m only just getting over the shock of it myself.

Father O’Brien keeps talking, but I’m not listening because these high heels are making my feet ache. I need some fresh air. But it's not only because the rehearsal now seems to drag on forever, but I’m sure Mac’s eyes are on me the entire time. And my body is burning. My hands are sweating. And my pussy is slick just knowing he is there.

I wipe my hand over my brow when Father O’Brien thanks Piper and Connor, telling them he’ll see them tomorrow.

“Thank you,” Piper says.

After we made our way to a local restaurant that Piper and Connor found when they checked out the venue a few months ago, we enter and immediately the smell of garlic and tomato hits my nostrils and I thank god I don’t gag.

“You sit here.” Piper says, placing me next to her dad at the restaurant.

“Are you sure?” I ask. Then I curse myself for making my situation obvious.

“Yeah.” Her voice lifts, and she gives me a roll of her eyes. “He’s not sitting with the hockey players. He’ll talk strategies all night.”

Less than five minutes later, I sip on my soup I choose as I try to focus on the conversation at the table, but I can feel Mac's eyes on me.

“How are you?” he asks quietly, leaning in close as I splutter on a spoon of hot chicken noodle soup.

“Not bad. You?” I say, trying to act casual and not make it awkward just because we had sex. And trying my best to act like he is just my best friend’s dad.

“Still wondering what I did wrong that day.” He stabs a prawn with his fork.

My eyes widen as I whisper, “You did nothing wrong. But we made a mistake. What happened that night was a mistake, and I just knew it was time for me to go home. I didn’t want any problems arising with Piper.”

“What about me?”

I laugh. “You kept saying how young I was. How you should have stopped yourself from touching me.”

“But I couldn’t.”

“Until you did. I asked you if you wanted me to leave and you didn’t answer me.”

“I never wanted you to go.”

“But you never told me.” My teeth dig into my lip as I try to stop a sob from crawling up my throat. I’ve cried too many times over the past four months and I can’t start again now.

He sighs. “Can we talk outside before dessert is served?”

I nod, my throat tight. “I’ll make an excuse.”

“Then call me, and I’ll tell everyone I have to take the call.”

After dinner, I excuse myself from the table. I step outside into the cool evening air, make the call, and Mac follows only moments later.

“Kelly, I answered you. I asked if we could talk about it when I got back from work. I just…” he starts.

I hold up my hand to stop him. “You had to find a way to let me down gently. I gave you an easier way out.”

He shakes his head. “It wasn’t like that. I assure you.”

I glance heavenward. “Mac, please. Let’s not do this now. It’s Piper’s wedding weekend. I don’t want to ruin it for her.”

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