Page 18 of Trust Me With Forever

“Er, yes, but?—”

“And Emmy let slip that you’ve followed my career all these years.”

“Maybe, but?—”

“And we had a moment, right after I was pulled over for driving on the wrong side of the road and the cop let us off with a warning. You remember the one.”

Her cheeks heated. “It wasn’t a moment. We were arguing, and you kept staring at my mouth. You’re the one who leaned in, not me.”

I faced her and raised an eyebrow. “The truth, remember? You leaned in, too.”

“So, I’m attracted to you. I can’t control it. However, it doesn’t mean I want to kiss you and make love to you and have your babies.”

For a split second, I imagined Abby round with my child, my hand over her belly as our baby kicked.

Then I pushed it away. I wasn’t going to have kids. I’d fucked up too many lives already in the past. I didn’t need to hurt anyone else.

Because even though I didn’t want to, I seemed to hurt everyone I’d ever loved.

Abby’s voice softened. “What were you thinking about just then?”

As I tried to think of how to reply, something vibrated in Abby’s purse. Then again. And again.

She sighed. “If that’s another group chat this early in the morning, I’m going to murder whoever started it.”

I watched her walk over to her purse, unable to take my eyes from her hips. What would it be like to hold them as I fucked her from behind?

Stop it, Mendoza. You can’t touch.

But Abby’s next words cooled my lust. “She knows about our wedding.”

Chapter Eight

Abby

Amber:So why were you in a chapel with Rafe Mendoza?

Amber:Did you actually get married?

Amber:I haven’t been on social media and only just now got your DM.

Amber:Abby, this is important! Why were you in Vegas with Rafe and then sent me a message and picture about being married?

Amber:Abigail! If I have to hunt you down to get some answers, I will.

Inearly dropped my phone as I read Amber’s texts. I didn’t remember sending anyone pics or messages. And given everything that had happened lately with Katie—Nolan’s ex had been bullying her and getting her fans to troll Katie—I’d been avoiding social media in general.

But I quickly opened the right app and, sure enough, I’d sent a message to Amber with the picture I’d deleted and a note about being hitched. Something about it being fun and how it’d keep Aunt Lori from asking me questions about San Jose.

The fact I’d contacted Amber wasn’t a surprise. Out of the BFF Circle, she could keep a secret the best. Emmy was pretty good too, but these days I felt guilty about asking her to keep things from West. And even drunk, I’d probably remembered that.

Of course, my messages now complicated things because Amber would want to talk about it. Plus, she would also watch everything Rafe and I did closely.

Resisting a sigh, I blurted, “She knows about our wedding.”

Rafe was at my side in the next second. “Who?”

“Amber King.” I explained about drunk messaging her and added, “We’re going to have to rope her into our master plan, to some degree.”

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