Page 176 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

inside almost as beautiful as the outside. There are tables dressed in

flowers, and chairs tied in little bows tucked into the tables

accordingly.

Men in suits direct caterers to where they’ll set up, and they bring the

guys to the little wood stage that overlooks a large, wooden dance

floor. I sway back and forth by myself for a long minute, the band

putting up their gear and getting ready for the big event.

It’s an odd thing to be at my ex-boyfriend’s wedding. It’s not much

weirder that I’m engaged to his bride’s ex-boyfriend, and that I’m

pregnant with his child.

I ignore those taboos and dance alone, holding myself, while they

tune their instruments and practice a song. There’s a light tap on my

shoulder that pulls my focus, and I turn to see Julius standing before

me. He’s a large guy, with a face that never really shows a smile, but

right now he grins as he looks over me.

“I just wanted to tell you I think it’s great you and Percy are

together,” he says in a forced exhale. “I wasn’t sure about this

arrangement at first, but now I know you two are actually in love and

have a real connection—I’m happy for you both.”

I bite my bottom lip in glee. “Thank you, Julius. That’s so nice to

hear.”

“I did want to mention, though. I heard Ryan asking about you when

we were unloading the van. I think he wants to talk to you.”

My brows fold. “Huh, I wonder about what.”

He shrugs, pointing to the part in the tent nearby. “I think he went

that way if you want to find out. Percy is still trying to hook up the

speakers, so it’s a good time to go and check out what Ryan wants.”

I thank him once more and leave the dancefloor, heading out into the

cold Rally winter air. I should have asked for Percy’s jacket, but I

hurry down the sidewalk, leading to a stunning break in the

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