Page 72 of My Not So Wicked Ex-Fiance (My Not So Wicked 2)

“Ooo, yes,” Jenna was eager.

“Bobby Jay is Ryder’s cousin?” Aspen asked, not having met any of them yet.

Emma and I both nodded.

“He’s the sweetest,” I commented. “And no offense to Marlowe,” I grinned at Emma, “but I am surprised.”

“Me too.” Emma returned my smile. “Believe me, I know how my sisters are. It makes me feel better, honestly, to know she isn’t so shallow. Not to say there is anything wrong with Bobby Jay. He seems like a nice guy, which is why I’m surprised Marlowe is dating him.”

I bit my lip. “I agree, but . . .” I paused, wondering if I should divulge what I overheard at work today. I didn’t want to become that boss.

All the ladies stared at me in anticipation.

“I don’t know if I should say.”

“Of course you should.” Jenna grinned.

Everyone else nodded, eager.

“Well . . . I did overhear your sisters talk at the boutique today and Marlowe, I think, might really like him. She said for once in her life she didn’t feel like an object.”

Emma leaned back with wide eyes. “I always thought that was her goal.”

“Apparently she wants more. She even mentioned to Macey that she needed to get over Ryder,” I kept any derision out of my voice, “and perhaps she should give Jaime a shot.”

“Holy crap! Are my sisters finally growing up?” Emma asked, astonished. “My mom must be putting in some overtime in heaven to pull off that miracle. Speaking of miracles.” Emma’s face shone. “Sawyer’s Dad and Bridget are finally getting married.”

“Really?” Jenna, Aspen, and I said in unison. It was widely known that Sawyer and his father, Warren, had a rocky relationship after his parents divorced. He blamed a lot it of it on Bridget unfairly without knowing all the details. Anyone who had ever met Warren and Bridget could easily see how in love they were, but they refused to get married until they had Sawyer’s blessing. Though Sawyer wasn’t withholding it, per se, I think Warren wanted more than his blessing. He wanted him to be by his side through it all. He wanted his son back. Since Emma and Sawyer had been married, Emma had helped make that happen. She and Bridget were close, which meant the two couples spent a lot of time together. Though I didn’t know Warren and Bridget well, I could say it would be hard not to like them. All my interactions with them had been genuine and warm.

“How does Sawyer feel about it?” I asked.

Emma let out a contented breath. “I think he is truly happy for them. His dad asked him to be the best man and he accepted.”

“When’s the big day?” Jenna asked.

“They are thinking in the winter on the ski slopes where they rekindled their relationship. I told Bridget I would love to see her ski in a wedding dress. And I would totally be down to join her in a bridesmaid dress.”

I could picture it. That was Emma’s style.

Aspen cleared her throat. “Fantastic, another love story. Can we get back to How to Get Over Your Ex in Ninety Days, which by the way, I am very disappointed in how it ended.”

We all laughed at her, knowing she would be upset the couple ended up together.

“I mean, come on, she didn’t need him.” Aspen shoved a chip in her mouth and chomped furiously.

“But she wanted him,” Emma countered. “Besides, everyone makes mistakes. Right, Shelby?” She winked.

“And learns from them,” I added.

“That Jackson was sexy.” Jenna wagged her brows. “Are all Southern men that way?” she asked me.

“Not all of them, but mine is.” I smiled.

“You are all hopeless.” Aspen reached into her bag and pulled out a book and set it on the table, tapping on it. “For our next book club night, we are going to read this.”

Jenna picked up Silent Stones. The cover featured a misty moor with an ominous deserted castle. Jenna flipped over the book to read the back copy. She read it out loud. “For years, the abandoned castle on the hill—once home to Lord and Lady Alexander, an old aristocratic family all of whom died mysteriously—called to Isabella Jones. She had no idea why until the gruesome details of her father’s death were uncovered and the diary he meant for no one to see found its way into her hands . . .”

Jenna looked up, wary. “This sounds like it could be gory.”

Aspen waved away her concern. “It’s a little bloody, but it’s so intriguing you won’t mind.”

Emma grabbed the book from Jenna and took a good look at it before holding it up and pointing to the picture of the author on the back cover. “I think Aspen has a crush on this Taron Taylor—dark hair and stunning aqua eyes. And . . . he happens to be British. Imagine that.” Emma smirked at Aspen.

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