Page 4 of Tangled Kisses
I could turn around.
Still red.
Throw the car in reverse, march back inside, apologize, eat crow. Call it a pre-wedding meltdown, promise it won’t happen again.
Still red.
Continue with the wedding plans, keep smiling, ignore the gnawing in my gut every time I look at him.
Still red.
Pretend I don’t see the smirks on countless women’s faces, the ones who’ve already had him.
Fuck. That.
When the light finally flips to green, I press the accelerator and pull onto the street.
Where am I going?
No idea.
Anywhere is better than here.
Chapter Two
Reese
With a jerk, I pull the car over to the side of the road and dial the one person who won’t think I’ve lost my damn mind. My sister, Piper. The woman never thought much of Vander, so no doubt I’ll hear her cackle of glee the moment she learns the news.
“Hey Reese, what’s shaking?”
Normally, I’d ease into the conversation, asking her about her life, the weather, and other benign topics.
No time for that today.
“I just smashed a thousand dollars’ worth of dinnerware.”
There’s a pause, then a snort. “No, seriously.”
“Would have been three thousand if Vander had given me another thirty seconds.”
Piper howls, the sound practically deafening through my speaker. “Oh my God. To be a fly on the wall—what the hell brought that on?”
“I left Vander.”
True to form, a high-pitched shriek follows. “You didnot.”
“I did. At the china counter. Turns out Vander was banging the salesgirl in housewares. So, I smashed a couple thousand dollars’ worth of dinnerware, ruined her day, and walked out.”
Piper shrieks, half horrified, half delighted. “Vander must be furious.”
“Livid,” I admit, lowering my head into my hand. “What am I doing, Piper?”
“Taking back your life. Finally. You know I can’t stand that man—never could. Don’t you dare consider reconciling again. Reese, seriously,don’t. Don’t overthink it. Don’t talk to him. Don’t second-guess this. You don’t want to marry him, especially not after what he’s done.”
Piper knew about his affairs before I did—probably because she could see through the bullshit façade he wore for everyone else. I was still enamored of the idea that this rich and powerful man would want someone like me.
Growing up, the boys always preferred Piper. She was the wild one, the free spirit. I was the sardonic one hiding in the corner.
