Page 41 of You, Me, and Forever

“Hey, Montana. It’s great to see you,” Phillip said as he moved in for a hug, holding me a little longer than normal, which was very awkward with his fiancée standing there, staring at us.

“Hi, Phillip, it’s nice to see you.” I pulled back and turned toward the woman extending a hand. “You must be Angel. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Montana. I’ve heard lots about you.”

I sighed. I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Thank you. Congrats on the engagement. It’s very exciting.”

I didn’t feel sad. I didn’t feel angry.

I just felt uncomfortable, if I was being honest.

Like when you walk in late to a party and everyone turns to look at you, and you just want to run out of the room.

That was how I felt.

I wanted to get away from them.

“Thank you. Did you hear how Phillip proposed?” she asked, and I startled at the question.

Why the hell would I want to know how he proposed?

Phillip appeared to find the question equally awkward, since he shot her a look that was impossible to miss.

It was one of thoseWhat the fuck are you doing?looks.

“Um, no. We haven’t spoken, so I haven’t heard anything.” I cleared my throat.

“Well, let me tell you. This man remembered our first kiss last year on that very same day, and he took me to the exact place we’d been that night.” She clapped her hands together and smiled as her gaze locked with mine.

Last year at this time, Phillip and I were very much together.

“Angel,” he hissed, and the look she gave him caught me by surprise. This did not appear to be a couple who was happily engaged, at least not at the moment.

I was shifting on my heels, desperate to end this conversation, when a warm hand found my lower back. “Hey, baby. I’ve been looking for you.”

Myles St. James showed up just when I needed him most.

“Hey,” I said, turning in his arms. “I’m right here.”

His hand moved to the side of my neck, and he leaned down and kissed me.

We’re not talking about a casual peck on the lips; this was a full-on make-out session in front of my ex-boyfriend and the woman he’d clearly cheated on me with.

Tongue and all.

And I’m here for it.

When he pulled back, I just stared up at him with surprise.

“Yes, you are.” His voice was deep and sexy.

“Um, er, and may I ask who this is?” Phillip asked, and his question pulled me from my daze.

“Of course you may.” Myles chuckled and extended his hand. “I’m Montana’s boyfriend, Myles St. James.”

Phillip cleared his throat. “Oh, you hadn’t mentioned that you were dating anyone.”

“And who are you?” Myles asked, his hand finding mine as our fingers interlocked.

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