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I gulp. “He kind of invited us.”

“Us? Why would he invite us?” Understanding lights his blue eyes. “Because he believes we’re married. Why did you tell him we’re married?”

“It’s a long story.”

He consults his watch. “I have time now. Please explain.”

“Well…”

Chapter 9

“This must be what people mean when they say opportunity knocks.” ~ Jaxon

Jaxon

Blossom bites her lip as she studies me. I want to remove her teeth and replace them with mine. I shove my hands in my pockets before I reach for her.

“Why did you tell your ex we’re married?” I push when she doesn’t speak.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t matter? He thinks we’re coming to his wedding next weekend.”

She waves her hand in dismissal. “He’ll forget he invited us. Alan doesn’t follow through unless it benefits him somehow.”

A woman hurries down the hallway. She was in the room with us and Alan, but I don’t know who she is. She stops in front of Blossom. “Here.” She hands her an envelope.

“What’s this?” Blossom asks.

“Mr. Simmons wanted me to make sure you have an invitation to the wedding next week. No need to RSVP. I’ll add you to the list.”

Blossom’s smile is forced. “Thanks, Terri.”

Terri waves as she rushes back to the room with Blossom’s ex.

“Mermaids drowning in the sea,” Blossom mutters. “I really thought he’d forget.”

“Why does he think you’re married?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to come to the wedding with me. In fact, I won’t go.” She nods as if the matter is settled. The matter is not settled.

“Why did you tell your ex we’re married?”

“It doesn’t matter.” She pivots on her heel but I capture her wrist before she can escape.

“Blossom.” Her body shivers and I realize I’m caressing her wrist with my thumb. I drop her hand and step away. I immediately miss the feel of her silky skin.

“Tell me what’s going on,” I demand.

“You can’t demand to know what’s going on after ignoring me for months,” she hisses at me. “I’m a mistake, remember?”

“I didn’t say you’re a mistake. I said kissing you was a mistake.”

Pain flashes in her brown eyes.

“Forget I said anything. I’m an asshole.”

She snorts. “You won’t hear me arguing with you.”

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