Page 21 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
Booked you an appointment at Esme Salon for 1pm. Dress fittings at Regale at 6, they’ll have plenty of options.
Tell them your name. It’s covered.
Left a card for you at Regale. Buy whatever else you need. Don’t abuse it.
I stared at the screen like it had physically attacked me. “Apparently,” I swallowed, my eyes hovering over theleft a card for youlike it was a lifeline, “I’m getting a makeover.”
“Lucky bitch,” Jules snorted.
Me:
You didn’t even ask if I had plans.
His reply was almost immediate.
Matt:
Do you need me to reschedule?
Me:
…no.
Matt:
Good.
Jules stared at me, her brows raised, waiting for some kind of explanation or biting word. When nothing came, she just huffed out a breath instead. “You’re absolutely going to sleep with him again.”
I glared back. Typed quickly.
Me:
To be so clear, I’m not sleeping with you. Just making sure you understand that.
Matt:
Duly noted. For the third time.
Tell me, Sienna, do you always say no this insistently, or am I just special?
Goddamn him.
Chapter 8
Matt
Three weeks later…
Tulum was all turquoise water, overpriced exclusivity, and a polished sham. It was exactly in line with Ryan choosing it as a way to flaunt a life he hadn’t earned.
The resort sprawled along the coast like a sun-drenched fever dream. Whitewashed villas framed by swaying palms, staff in linen uniforms passing out chilled towels and some kind of fruit-infused water the second your feet hit the tarmac, private bungalows and open-air spas and curated playlists likely humming through invisible speakers.
It was a wedding for royalty. And it was funded entirely by me.
Zach slept in the back seat of the hired SUV, his tiny mouth open, one fist curled around the stuffed dinosaur he insisted on bringing everywhere he went. He looked far more peaceful than I felt.
I let the silence stretch as I sat in the car in front of the resort, staring down at a sign gilded in gold leaf that read,Bienvenido, Strathmore Wedding Weekend. Subtle as a sledgehammer.
