Page 84 of Ex's & Oh's (The Lucky Girls 1)

I’m going to talk to him as soon as we get off this dance floor.

When the bride and groom stand, ready for their first dance and to officially open the dancefloor, I spot Noah already walking to the bar. I walk after him. I can talk to him quickly, before anything else goes wrong.

“Noah,” I say, and he turns.

Jenna comes from behind and snakes her hands around my waist. I stop, and she steps in front of me and kisses me again. “That was great,” she says. “It helps when we know how to move together, huh?” She winks. “I like it better with clothes off, though.”

My blood runs cold.

Noah stares at us.

I clear my throat.

When Jenna turns, she leans on the bar, seemingly fine that Noah is there, too.

“I’ll have vodka,” she says to the bartender. “What are you having?” She glances at me and then at Noah.

“It looks like Brett is having a healthy dish of my ex-girlfriend,” he says sarcastically. “I don’t know what I want yet; I guess the menu is a bit more complicated than I thought.”

“What?” Jenna asks with a frown. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on, man,” I say to Noah. “Let’s step outside. Let’s talk.”

“I can’t imagine there’s anything you’d like to tell me now that you couldn’t have told me during the past twenty-four hours,” Noah says tightly.

“Oh, you came in yesterday already,” Jenna says. “I thought you arrived this morning. When I saw you in the lobby—”

“You didn’t think to tell me you and Brett are a thing?” he snaps.

Jenna looks confused. “You said Brett told you. And that you’re happy for us.”

Noah looks like he’s about to lose his shit when he glares at me. “You said things were better between the two of you. Not that you’re fucking her.”

Jenna looks at me now, too. “You didn’t tell him?”

“No, he didn’t,” Noah says. “He also failed to mention that you’re here every time we talked since he arrived here.”

Jenna shakes her head. “You knew he was the one stepping in for Luke all this time? And you didn’t tell me?”

“He’s good at that,” Noah says. “Not telling people shit.”

“You said you wouldn’t hide anything from me.”

“I wasn’t hiding anything from you,” I say, but that’s not true. I did hide it from her. I should have mentioned it. The same way I should have mentioned to Noah that she was here. “I just didn’t think we were…there. You know, the whole thing about not hiding things from each other…damn it, Jen, it’s not like we’ve been dating for years and I’m obliged to share it all with you.”

“So, we’re not on the same page after all, then. What about all that talk about being in love with me, and this being different than what you’ve had before—"

“Are you fucking kidding me? Did you tell her you’re in love with her?” Noah asks. “Jesus, you ought to tell her that she’s just a piece of ass, like the rest of them.”

I bristle.

“You thought I’m just a piece of ass?” Jenna quips.

“What the fuck, man?” I ask, not answering the question. Telling him I’m serious will drop me in the shit but telling her I’m not willing do the same. This is getting worse and worse.

“Look, both of you,” I say. “I don’t think this has to be such a big deal—”

“The hell it isn’t!” Jenna cries out, and her voice is loud enough over the music that a few of the guests close by are starting to look at us. “I thought this was serious. I thought we were headed somewhere that matters. This is more than a fling, right? Those were your words, too.”

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