Page 157 of Exes and Oh Hell No

FORD

Ishould have fucking known.

The second I agreed to let Gram take Harper out foronenight of “wedding fun,” I sealed my fate.

I’ve been pacing the fucking floor, my phone clutched so tight in my hand it’s a miracle I haven’t shattered it.

No texts.

No calls.

No updates.

I don’t like that shit.

I don’t like not knowing where she is.

I don’t like not being able to touch her.

I don’t like the idea of any other man looking at her, breathing in her direction, existing in the same goddamn city as her.

And yet, here I am.

Letting this shit happen.

"Jesus Christ, Ford," Cole mutters from the couch, nursing a glass of whiskey. "If you don’t sit the fuck down, I’m gonna have to sedate you."

I turn slowly, danger boiling inside my veins. “You want to try?”

Jake sighs, rubbing his temples. “It’s a bachelorette party. She’s fine.”

Fine?

Fine?

My wife is out there,unsupervised,and Jake wants me to believe she’s fine?

"She’s with Gram," Daltyn adds, kicking his feet up on the table. "And Allie. Nothing bad is happening." He stares at me for a moment. “Or going to happen.”

I glare. "That’sexactlywhy I have a fucking problem."

Connor waltzes in, way too smug for my liking. "Speaking of bachelorette parties, guess what I just saw?"

He smirks, pulling out his phone.

He flips it around, showing me a picture of Harper.

My pulse halts.

She’s in a bar.

Wearing my shirt.

And nothing else.

Her legs are bare.

Her thighs are showing.

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