Page 18 of Can't Get Over You
“You invited her to our wedding?” she asked.
Instead of answering, he squeezed his eyelids shut. His head tipped back. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“Is Chloe your daughter?” she demanded.
His eyelids flew open. “Yes, but I can explain. It’s not what you think.”
“Yes?” Her dad shot out of his seat. “You have adaughter? What thehellare you talking about?” He made a beeline for the groom.
Matt’s mom popped out of her seat as if she could intercept Finlay’s burly dad. “We can talk about it later.”
“No, we can’t.” With her child in her arms, the ex hurried down the aisle. “I’m sorry, Finlay, but you deserve to know the truth before you exchange vows.”
Finlay turned to her groom for answers. “How long have you known?”
“I just found out. I swear.”
Love, Daddy.
No, he did not just find out.
“When?” she insisted.
“I told him three months ago.” The ex reached the altar and pushed through the throng of family and bridal party. “He said he wanted to be part of her life, so I moved here. We’re not together. It’s not like that. But heisher father. He took a DNA test.”
Finlay’s dad went ballistic, Matt’s mom tried to deflect, and Willa looked ready to punch the groom in the face. The guests were whispering, talking, and shifting in their seats.
Her vision went foggy at the edges, and a low current of energy buzzed in her ears.
Finlay slowly backed away. Unseeing, she walked to the back of the sanctuary and down a short flight of stairs. She pushed through a door and found herself in the frigid cold air once again.
Good thing she was numb. But as she looked around the parking lot, she realized she had nowhere to go. They’d just moved into the house together, so she couldn’t go there. Not yet.
So then, what?Where do I go?
Her mom’s apartment? Her dad’s? Just the thought sent a flood of unpleasant memories through her. No, neither of those places.
A roar of motorcycles invaded her thoughts.
Even though she hadn’t seen Jude in over a decade, she still thought of him every time she heard that sound. She looked for those intense green eyes inside every helmet.
But none of that mattered right now. She needed to go. She wasn’t about to steal Matt’s BMW or go back inside and pull Willa away from the melee.
Besides, she found herself drawn to the bikes. Gathering the tulle and silk of her gown, she started in their direction. A walk turned into a run when she realized the light would change, and the motorcycles would leave.
At that moment, they seemed her only solution.
The light turned green, and the engines sputtered and growled. And then, they were gone, their exhaust leaving plumes of white exhaust.
Except for one rider. He remained in the middle of the street, his eyes on her.
She knew him. Of course she did.
She would recognize the breadth of his shoulders, his muscular frame—thatswagger—anywhere, anytime.
She walked right into the street and stood beside him, gazing at the face that still haunted her dreams.
“Need a ride?” he asked in that deliciously deep voice.
