Page 50 of Ruined Vows

I can only stare at him, mouth agape. There are too many thoughts zooming through my brain to quite understand what I’m feeling right now or grasp the implications of what he’s saying.

But it doesn’t feel good. That I know. My therapist says in confusing situations like this, try to focus on the most basic feelings—do I feel good in my body or bad? Right now, thebadalarm bells are going off, and I’ve learned to pay enough attention to notice them.

Drew’s just smiling at me now as if he’s just said the most romantic shit any man ever said to a woman.

“Oh, look,” I say, noting the car pulling into the roundabout. “That’s my car.”

I’m not sure this conversation’s over, but I’m suddenly very ready to get the hell out of here.

“I’m glad we cleared everything up.” Then he looks down at me, smile still just as big.

Did we?

I walk over to the back seat, and I’m so relieved when I see Isaak step up.

“I got her from here,” his deep voice suddenly rumbles from behind Drew.

I get in the car and scoot over, leaving the door open for Isaak to join me. But then I see the bottom of Drew’s tux, obviously trying to block Isaak from getting in with me.

“Don’t you take a separate car or something?” Drew doesn’t sound anything like the guy I was once in love with… or did I just have a naïve teenage crush on him? I frown.

“Where she goes, I go,” Isaak’s voice rumbles.

Drew’s still blocking the door so Isaak can’t get in.

“Get out of the way, Drew!”

Instead, Drew opens it and leans over, half climbing in. “What? So he can take you home tonight, and I can’t? He can take another Uber. I’ll pay for it.”

I just stare at him. “He’s my 24/7 bodyguard, Drew. Didn’t you get my message? I told you the stalker situation has gotten really bad. I’m too scared to stay at my house anymore.”

He blinks like he finally gets it. “Then come stay with me.”

I snort. “I don’t think Becca would like that very much.”

“I’m done with Becca. Obviously.”

“What about everyone else crowding your DMs?”

“Is that what this is about? Fine. I can be done with them, too, until the wedding.”

“Aw, Drew, you say the most romantic things.”

I see the confusion wash over his face. “I thought you were okay with?—”

“I was. I am.” I breathe out a laugh. “Believe me, I so am.” Thank god I never gave my grown-up heart to this man. He would only break it again and again.

“Good night, Drew. Now get out of Isaak’s way.”

Drew frowns. “You’re on a first-name basis with your bodyguard? That doesn’t seem very professional.”

But then, Drew no longer has any say in it. One second, he’s there, and the next, he’s flying backward as if yanked by a bungee cord.

“The lady saidgood night,” Isaak rumbles after he finishes literally picking Drew up from under his armpits and depositing him several feet away as if he’s no bigger than a toddler. Well, considering the little temper tantrum it looked like he was about to throw…

I look back at Isaak, huge muscles still flexing, as he climbs in the car and yanks the door shut behind him. Holy shit, that was sexy.

He pulls his seat belt on, and then, his strong-jawed face turns in my direction. “Seatbelt,” he says to me as the driver pulls out of the driveway.

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