Page 182 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

“Well, I’m glad you decided to stick around with me,” he jokes.

I wave him off, laughing. “Oh, please. I couldn’t miss the wedding.

There’s a great band playing at the reception. They have a hot lead

singer.”

His arm slides around my hip, his hand nearing my ass in a taunt. “I

bet you could get his attention, darling. Only if you tried.”

“Really? How so? Should I start with the fact that I’m engaged to him

or the fact that I’m carrying his child?”

He rubs his chin in false thought. “Both, I think. Yeah, that sounds

good.”

We both share a laugh, his lips nearing mine, when another ear-

piercing scream riddles through town. I shrink into his side, holding

my stomach while I sigh in exhaustion.

“Will this day ever end?”

He shrugs, looking to the opening of the tent where Farrah meets her

many bridesmaids. “I don’t know. I guess we’re about to find out,

though.”

Farrah clutches her hips, screaming the words, “What do you mean

he left?”

The venue is silent now, and by the looks of the meltdown going

down outside, I can assume that’s going to be a running theme today.

CHANGE OF PLANS

Leah

Percy keeps an arm around me, watching alongside me as this

wedding day slowly crumbles before our eyes.

Ryan left. Farrah is about to start on a new rampage. I’m starving.

There’s no winning for anyone right now.

“What the hell does this mean?” Storm asks, coming up beside me

while we watch the bride-to-be melt to the ground outside in the cold

winter breeze. “No gig?”

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