Page 42 of You, Me, and Forever

“I’m Phillip Moon. Montana’s ex-boyfriend of many years.”

Myles smirked and gave him a nod. “Ahhh ... yes. Obviously, I knew she had an ex, but she’s never mentioned your name, just that the split was amicable and she was happy to be moving forward. And I’m guessing she hasn’t mentioned me because you two don’t have reason to talk anymore, do you?”

Damn. He was so smooth.

“Correct,” I said. “We haven’t talked in months. And this guy keeps me pretty busy.” I leaned my body into him as he wrapped his arms around me, and I rested his chin on my shoulder.

“Very busy, baby.” He nipped at my earlobe, and I squealed.

Phillip’s eyes were wide, and he looked stunned. Was it that hard for him to believe that I could have moved on as well?

Angel reached for a champagne flute when the server passed by with a tray, and she tipped her head back and drank the whole thing.

“All right, well, I need to get back to work. Enjoy the rest of the wedding,” I said, but I refused to look at Phillip. I’d just found out that he’d been cheating on me when we were together, so I was not going to offer pleasantries or attempt to make this more comfortable for him.

I didn’t want to be around him for one more second, and I reached for Myles’s hand, hoping he’d take the hint and tug me away.

“Montana,” Phillip said, just as we turned to walk in the other direction.

“Yes,” I said, the word harsher than I meant it to come out, as I looked over my shoulder.

“I was hoping we could grab a coffee tomorrow and catch up,” he said. “You know, for old times’ sake. Just wanted to see how your dad is doing and fill you in on what’s happening with me.”

My gaze moved to his fiancée, who looked like she was ready to blow at any moment. Her face was bright red, arms folded across her chest, lips pursed.

But before I could answer, Myles kissed my forehead before speaking. “Phillip, I’m going to give you a little advice. Asking my woman out on a coffee date in front of your woman will not sit well with anyone. I suggest you make that your last mistake of the evening, and walk away from us right now.”

Shots fired.

Phillip’s eyes were wide before he took Angel’s hand in his and walked away.

“The fucking balls on that asshole,” Myles said against my ear. “You all right?”

I chuckled. “I am, actually. How did you know I needed you right then?”

“Violet had called me over to cause some interference just as we both overheard his fiancée explain the way that he’d proposed. Your best friend filled me in as to the fact that he’d clearly been cheating on you, and here I am.”

“You’re a real white knight, St. James.” I sighed.

“I think the fact that he just tried to ask you out right in front of his fiancée says it all.”

“I don’t know about that. He knew I’d done the math and quickly figured out the timing of everything. He probably wants to explain.” I shrugged.

“Hey.” Violet came up behind me and kissed my cheek. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“I can’t freaking stand that guy.” She shook her head with disgust. “But listen, why don’t you take off? Things are winding down. You don’t need to see Phillip and Angel for another second. You’ve worked your magic, and the wedding was perfect. Blakely and I have got this.”

I normally stayed until the end of an event, but she was right. It wasn’t necessary for me to be there.

And I didn’t want to be there any longer.

“All right. I’ll take you up on that,” I said, leaning forward and hugging her. She looked completely relieved that I’d actually agreed.

“Love you, Monny,” she said, giving me the tightest squeeze.

“Love you too.”

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