Page 62 of Until Tomorrow Comes
All because of Kat.
“Fine.” My voice is barely above a whisper, uncertainty seeping through every inch of my decision.
“Oh! Thank you!” Ma claps her hands together and sits straight up. “Jackson, you won’t regret this.”
I probably will.
She turns to Kat. “It’s at this gorgeous venue up in the mountains—”
“Ma, I said thatIwill go. While I appreciate the plus one, you are not going to trap Kat into going by putting her on the spot. She and I will talk about it in private where she can make the decisionfor herself.”
Her lips purse out but she bites back her retort. Good, she’s already pushed me well beyond my limits today, which she must see as she nods her head.
“I will leave the invita—”
“Don’t. Just text me the address with the date and time.”
Considering the last invite she left behind was shredded beyond recognition, there was no point in her leaving another.
My mom’s shoulders drop as her brows scrunch together, but she only nods in response. I highly doubt anyone else realized that they were the same invitations used for my wedding. That kind of detail isn’t one I expect anyone outside of myself and Molly to know.
After another few minutes of strained conversation, my mom leaves, claiming she has a hair appointment. I walk her to her car, where she tells me she will text me everything I will need and thanks me profusely for agreeing to go.
My stomach knots as I make my way back inside and I try to wrap my head around what I just agreed to.
Kat is at the kitchen sink, washing our mugs out and humming to herself, pausing in the doorway I take her in. When she finishes rinsing the mug out and places it on the drying rack, she turns and immediately looks at me.
The smile that spreads across her face is breathtaking and eases the remaining tension building in my gut.
She steps forward, her expression softening as she braces her elbows on the kitchen island.
“You okay?” She questions softly.
I run a hand through my hair and move toward her. Stopping on the other side of the island and mimicking her stance. Shaking my head, I rack my brain for the answer.
“Honestly, I have no clue.” I scrub a hand down my face before clasping my hands together in front of me. “I’m sorry.”
She playfully scowls at me. “We both need to stop apologizing for things that are out of our control.”
Chuckling, I nod my head.
“I’ll stop when you do.”
We fall into a few moments of silence. My mind reeling at the fact that I agreed to go to the wedding.
“Fuck.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but that one word seems to sum up everything I’m feeling.
Kat rounds the island, stepping up next to me, but doesn’t touch me.
“I’m pretty sure my schedule is free if you want me to go with you.” She jokes, earning a small laugh from me.
Sighing, I turn to fully face her. Resting my hip against the edge of the counter and reaching to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. My fingers trail along her jaw, relishing the feel of her smooth skin against my palm. A contented sigh leaves her lips as she leans into my touch.
“I’m serious about what I said. I would never put the pressure on you to go to a wedding that I don’t even want to attend.”
She smiles softly up at me, stepping forward, and placing a hand on my cheek. Every thought scatters and my heart skips a beat at the touch. I’m frozen in place, staring down at her beautiful face.
“For starters, there’s no way in Hell I would let you go tothatwedding alone.” A devilish smile spreads across her face. “Plus, from what you’ve told me abouther, it would be kind of fun seeing her face when she realizes that you’re not hung up on her.”
