Page 37 of Hot Mess Wedding

We watch the gorgeous landscape go by as we drive to the resort.

“So are you and your ex still in contact with one another?” Emmy asks, sensing my mood. She probably expected me to stick the boot into Rex and my silence worries her.

I shake my head. “No. He moved away. I think. You know, I really don’t know where he is and I don’t care. I’m not even sure why I ever agreed to marry him, let alone why I stayed with him as long as I did. I mean, things were different when we first met and both of us being writers was kinda cool. But then he started giving me tips about things I was doing wrong.” I blow out a breath. “By the time I got my first contract, that’s when things really changed.”

“So he was jealous?”

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know. I mean, he didn’t want to write the kinds of books I wrote. He called them my lady porn.” I roll my eyes.

“What. An. Ass,” Emmy says.

I chuckle. “Exactly. I’m just glad I’m not with him and I don’t have to listen to him talk about the success of this book. I mean my gosh, he’s been writing it and rewriting it forever. And I guess he finally found a way to make it work.”

“Yeah, I read the back cover copy.” Emmy lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “If you can’t write about teenage vampires, writing about the president’s affair and a murder in the oval office is the next best thing.”

I laugh. I link our arms together and squeeze her to me. “I’m so glad we’re here for a week. I know we all have actual work to do, but it will be so nice to just see each other in real life and not through a computer screen. I’m so used to our cartoon social media avatars that half the time I forget we don’t actually look like that.”

I want Romancing the Mountain Man

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