Page 22 of Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

"Colin said she was going to ruin everything?" Ethan echoed, his eyes narrowing. "What do you think he meant by that?"

"I think he thought Allison's presence might cause problems for Andrew and me."

"Or he could have been referring to something else."

"Maybe. I don't know," I murmured. Allison had told Colin there was something he didn't know, something Andrew was keeping from him, which bothered me, but that could be anything, and I didn't want to give Ethan any more ammunition against Andrew.

"Did you know Andrew and Allison were with the Carringtons this morning?" Ethan asked, his tone shifting slightly.

"I...yes. I saw them coming out of Victor’s villa when I was walking back to the hotel."

"What were they doing there?"

"I have no idea. You were there, too. Why didn’t you ask them?"

"I didn’t get the chance. But it seems odd, don’t you think? Andrew, Allison, and the Carringtons, all in the same villa hours before the wedding?"

"Allison is an interior designer. Maybe Victor wants to hire her for something."

"And that conversation had to happen on the morning of Andrew’s wedding?" Ethan’s skepticism was plain, and it fed into the tiny doubts I was trying so hard to ignore.

"You need to stop asking me questions I can't answer. If you want to know what they were doing there, ask them, or ask Victor. I'm sure someone will tell you what you want to know."

"Where did Andrew just go?" Ethan asked. "Or is that another question you can't answer?"

"His friend's date isn't feeling well. He went to get her some medication."

"Interesting."

"It's not at all interesting, but you seem fascinated by Andrew's every move, so I'll leave you to your obsession. I'm going inside. Please, don't follow me."

"Don't worry, I won't," he returned. "I have somewhere else to go."

Ethan walked past me before I could ask him where he was going, although I had a feeling I already knew. He wanted to see if Andrew was where I'd said he was. I hoped he was there. Because I secretly admitted that it did seem a little odd Jay and Dana needed Andrew's help to find a bottle of ibuprofen.

ChapterSix

As soon as I entered the reception, Jeanette Bilson descended on me with irritation written across her face. "Where on earth have you been, Lauren, and where is Andrew?" Jeanette asked.

"He's checking on his friend's girlfriend, who isn't feeling well. He'll be back soon."

"I hope so. Because we still have a lot to do. And where are your bridesmaids?"

"Uh, I don't know. Aren't they in here? Colin was dancing with Harper when I left."

"They're not on the dance floor now." Jeanette let out a weary sigh. "Could you try to find them? Honestly, I feel like I'm herding cats. We have one hour to go, in which we will cut the cake, throw the bouquet and the garter, and then do a champagne toast before you and Andrew call it a night. Can we get all that done?"

"Yes, we will get that done," I promised.

As Jeanette left, I walked further into the room, my gaze sweeping the dance floor. I didn't see Jamie or Harper, although Jamie's fiancé, Brad, was sitting in a corner, studying his phone, while he drummed his fingers on the tablecloth. Jamie was probably in the ladies' room, maybe with Harper. Although, I didn't see Colin, either, so it was possible the two of them had gone somewhere together. The other person noticeably absent was Allison, and I really didn't want to think about where she might be, because when I'd last seen her, she'd been very close to the villa where Colin, Jay and Dana were staying.

"Lauren?"

I turned my head to see my aunt and uncle approaching. "Hi," I said, feeling bad I hadn't spent any time with them. "Aunt Lydia, Uncle Hugh, I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to talk. Are you having fun?"

"It's been a beautiful wedding," my aunt replied. "Fancier than anything we've ever been to, isn't that right, Hugh?"

"Never seen so many silverware choices on a table," Hugh muttered. "First-class all the way."

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