“Only what?” he asked.
“I’m supposed to check out of the Cottage tomorrow. I wonder if I can extend my stay.”
Kody pursed his lips from side to side.
“I doubt it. They get pretty busy this time of year. All the hotels do. But it’s not a problem. You can stay at Jenna’s.”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t.”
“You can and you will. It’s all empty and lonely anyway. I’m sure Jenna won’t mind. Especially since you’re saving our butts this week.”
I sighed.
There really was no other option and I had to stay and do my job, but the last thing I needed was to be around Kody twenty-four seven, temptation in close quarters.
Although he did say…
“Did you say Jenna’s? You guys don’t live together?”
He grimaced. “Not yet. We’re thinking after the wedding we’ll sort something out.”
I nodded but I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of relationship these two had. They weren’t very organized. What kind of couple in this day and age doesn’t cohabitate first before tying the knot?
I mean, I knew Aunty Maria was religious, but Jenna had never cared about those kinds of rules, unless something had changed in the decade and a half since I’d last seen her.
“Okay. I’ll stay at Jenna’s. But you need to do me a favor."
Kody bit his lip and nodded. "Anything."
The way he said it would ring in my head for the rest of the evening, all the way into the night.
What I wouldn't give to hear him say that to me and only me. That he'd do anything for me, with me.
"You need to compile a list of all the people you want to invite."
"You got it," he said and winked at me.
Huh. I wish. I may have had this wedding under control but my feelings? Those were an entirely different story.
9
KODY
Ispent most of my Monday morning trying to contact Jenna and compile the guest list, which had been a work in progress for the last few weeks but not finalized.
I was still blushing thinking of Nova's reaction to finding out we hadn't sent out our invites. What he must think of us. Of me. What kind of normal couple leaves everything to the last minute?
I wish I could tell him we weren't a real couple but I couldn't. Firstly, because we'd made a promise this would stay between us and my brother and Jett, only because they'd never actually believe Jenna and I were legit in love. Our parents had been trying to get us together since we were in high school and had rejoiced when we gave it a whirl—for, like two months—so they weren't the least bit suspicious. And the rest of the town…well, most already believed there was no such thing as close friendship between a man and a woman so they'd be none the wiser.
But the second reason I couldn't tell him…was because I didn't want to look at his face when he found out how pathetic I was. That I was the kind of person who couldn't get someone to like me for me and I had to make a deal to even have half my dreams come true.
Mom came in just as I was leaving and I stopped her before she could get into the office.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Campbell. Can I help?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You're excused." Mom dismissed me and tried to bypass me only to get the double raised eyebrow from me.
"What are you doing here, Mom?"