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The way she brushed off my question made the hurt more acute. “Because my ex-wife showed up expecting to stay here only minutes after we decided to explore where all this was going.”
She let out a long exhale. “That was unexpected.”
“More than a little.” I rocked back and forth on my heels. “I don’t want this to change anything.”
“You don’t?” she asked hesitantly.
“Of course not.”
She nodded. “Okay. Me either. Um…thanks for the date.”
Her lack of conviction burrowed its way into the husband who’d found himself home alone one too many nights. I was going to ask her about next Saturday, but that was too close to feeling like I was begging. “You’re welcome. Good night, Poppy.”
“Night, Jensen.”
I turned away before she could shut the bedroom door in my face. Hassie would move on when she got bored. Auggie and I had never been enough for her to stay, and that likely hadn’t changed.
Would we be enough for Poppy to stay?
ChapterTwenty-Two
Poppy
Clover: OMG!!! Is she there now?
Clover: Did she sleep in his room?
Clover: Did you sleep in his room?
Clover. YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HANGING!
I dropped my sleeping mask back over my eyes and rolled to my back. The incessant buzzing of my phone had woken me. I texted Clover last night when I was tossing and turning. She’d slept through it, but now she was clearly awake.
Seeing Hassie last night had me disconcerted in so many ways. The flirty way she stood around Jensen and the sultry smiles she aimed in his direction. Her legs were amazing. She was gorgeous from head to toe. If she wanted to get Jensen back, it’d probably work. Then she’d take him for granted again. But it’d be too late.
What was I going to do? I was supposed to marry the man, but his sexy ex-wife would be living in town.
I sighed and picked up my phone.
Poppy: She’s staying with Erin, but she’s bringing lunch and wants to catch up.
Seconds after I hit send, my phone vibrated. I fumbled and nearly dropped it on my face. Clover was calling.
“Hello?” I whispered.
“Are you being so quiet because you’re sleeping next to Jensen? You’re in his bed and that hussy is out in the rain, right?”
“No—and she’s not a hussy. She’s his ex.” And it sounded like she had cheated on him. Perhaps not, but Jensen couldn’t trust that she hadn’t. “She’s Auggie’s mom.”
“She’s his mom when it works for her,” Clover grumbled.
“She’s hot.” I blew out a gusty breath. “You should see her. She could do a decade of calendars and be all the months every year.”
“Jensen thinks you’re hot.”
He’d never thought I was better looking than Hassie. We weren’t kids anymore, but it didn’t matter. “What if he goes back to her?” My concern should be losing my chance at the house. Having to come up with extra money for an office rental. Telling my family, just kidding, the wedding is off. The groom’s back with his real wife.
“Does she want him back?”
