Page 3 of A Chance for Us
“Drop it, Stella,” I warn.
“I’m not being cruel, Ollie. I’m just saying that I saw it online. There was a picture of her and Sean . . .”
I huff, turning to look at her. My sister is concerned that it’s going to be bad for me. Well, it’ll suck, but I’m a big boy and can handle it. “I saw it. She’s married to him, so I assumed they’d have kids too. I’m not worried about seeing her if that’s your concern. We ended things so she could be with him.”
“Doesn’t mean that your heart isn’t going to hurt.”
“My head hurts, that’s for sure,” I counter.
She smiles, her hand resting on my arm. “I just love you. That’s all.”
“I love you too, but I promise, Devney is the least of my concerns. I’m glad she’s moved on and found what she wanted.”
Stella sighs deeply. “Good.”
We head through the next two rooms without talking about exes or weddings. When we get up to the front, a car is there, and my fucking heart stops.
Not beating, just hovering in my chest.
The air leaves my lungs, and I can’t force myself to inhale.
She’s gorgeous.
This woman who just exited the driver’s side is absolutely stunning.
She’s an angel, blonde hair flowing around her. I don’t move as I watch her turn and move toward me. Her long legs and slim body make her appear as if she’s floating rather than walking.
The passenger door opens, and I look away for the briefest second and realize the woman who slides from the car next is Devney, which means the angel walking toward me is Maren.
Holy shit.
It’s been years since I last saw her, and I don’t remember her being this arresting. She was always pretty, smart, funny, but I never really saw her. Until now.
She smiles as she reaches me, but there is something in her gaze that stops me from speaking. “Hey, Ollie, it’s good to see you.”
I swallow, hoping I remember how to speak. “Yeah. Hey, Maren.”
She looks toward the car where Devney is lingering. My ex lifts her hand to wave, and I return the gesture.
Maren turns back to me. “It’s been a long time.”
Yeah, no shit, and time has been really good to her. “It has. How are you?”
Her gaze goes to the ground before her big, green eyes meet mine. “Well, not so good. I . . . I have a problem, and I think you’re the only one who can help me.”
I blink. “Me?”
I’ll do anything for her. No, wait, she’s getting married—here. In two weeks. What the hell is wrong with me?
She nods.
“How can I help?” I ask, trying to slip back into business mode.
Maren bites her lower lip before speaking. “I need you to marry me.”
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