Page 27 of While We Waited

Lucas doesn’t bother looking at her. “Not interested.”

“What about your friend?”

I nearly chuckle. I haven’t been referred to as ‘the friend’ since the first time I stepped out on the football field.

“Not interested.”

She rakes her gaze over my body. “I can give you a rub down. I’m very good with my hands.”

Lucas raises an eyebrow. “I can come back later.”

I grunt. I don’t fuck the guests. I’ve hardly fucked anyone since I returned home. Except Nova. All roads lead back to her.

“Why are you here anyway?”

He grins and rocks back on his heels. “I want to book the venue.”

I’m confused. His wedding was here a few months ago. In my experience, people don’t book the same venue twice in the same year.

“Again? Is someone else getting married?”

He nods toward the woman who’s inching closer to us as we speak. “Can we speak in private?”

“My office.” I march to the entrance and the woman steps in my way. “Not interested,” I grumble as I step around her.

“I’m up for a threesome. I’m a very hard worker.”

“I’m marriedandI’m on duty.” Lucas places his hand over his service weapon and the woman’s eyes widen before she scurries away.

I escort Lucas into the building and down the hallway to my office. I motion for him to have a seat before I grab a towel and wipe the sweat from my forehead.

“Sorry,” I say as I join him. “I don’t usually do meetings in my sports attire.”

“No worries. I wanted to catch you before most of the island wakes up since I’m trying to keep this a surprise.”

“A surprise? What’s going on?”

His answering smile is nearly as wide as Nova’s. “I want to surprise Chloe and re-do our wedding.”

I scratch my neck. “But your marriage is fake.”

“Our marriage isn’t fake,” he insists. “I made certain Weston’s mother could legally perform the marriage before the ceremony.”

“Yes, of course. It’s not fake but you and Chloe aren’t together.”

He smirks. “We are. I admit we did things out of order. I married her before I fell in love with her, but we’re together now and I’m not letting her go.”

My stomach burns with envy. He has the woman he wants in his bed every night whereas I only got one night with Nova. One night instead of every night.

“Congratulations,” I force myself to say.

“Thanks.”

“You want to re-do your wedding? Ceremony and all?”

“Not the ceremony. Just the reception.”

“What date are you thinking?” I ask as I grab my tablet and open the booking software.

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