Page 24 of For the Promise

“Too bad. I would have loved to meet her.” I nearly pat myself on the back with how true my lie sounds.

“You can meet her. Why don’t you come to the wedding?”

Has he lost his hold on sanity? Why the hell would I want to come to his wedding?

“And I can meet your husband,” he continues.

Well, shit. Now I know why he wants me to come to his wedding.

When I hesitate, his eyes narrow. Why I ever thought his brown eyes were handsome is anyone’s guess. How did I not notice the calculating gleam there?

“There is a husband, isn’t there?”

I don’t hesitate to lie. Trust me. This lie is more than necessary. “Of course, there is.”

There’s a knock on the door. “Blossom, are you in there?”

“There he is now.”

I open the door and haul Jaxon to me. “Look who I ran into, honey bunches of oats.”

“Um…”

I widen my eyes in a plea for his help. His ocean blue eyes fill with confusion. Nothing new there.

“How would I know who you ran into? You were hiding from me.”

I force out a giggle. “Because I enjoy it when you chase me.”

Alan steps forward and offers Jaxon his hand. “I’m Alan.”

“Jaxon.” They shake. Jaxon looks adorably confused while Alan appears annoyed.

“You don’t know who I am?” Alan demands. I nearly roll my eyes. Who does he think he is? A superstar? Being the best salesperson at a tire store does not make you a superstar.

“Should I?”

“I’m Alan,” my ex announces.

“Yes, you said.”

I sputter out a laugh, and Alan glares at me. “Sorry. Jaxon isn’t very good with names,” I manage to explain between my bouts of laughter.

Alan narrows his eyes on Jaxon as he studies him. “But I’m your ex. Your husband should know your ex-boyfriend’s name.”

Jaxon’s eyes widen. Before he can open his mouth and prove I’m a liar, Terri, the event coordinator for the resort, sweeps into the room.

“I’m sorry,” she says as she lays some lacy material over the table. “I think this is the color you want.”

I grasp Jaxon’s hand and back out of the room. “We’ll get out of your hair.”

“I’ll see you next weekend,” Alan yells after me as I flee the room.

“Next weekend?” Jaxon asks when the door is closed behind us.

I glance around to ensure no one’s eavesdropping before answering. “At his wedding.”

He skids to a stop. “His wedding?”

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