Page 97 of The Wedding Confession

“I was.”

His gaze pierces me. “Why would it matter if there’s a new manager? Why is he your new boss?”

“We were just talking generally about it.”

“And what do you have tofinishhere in Atlanta?”

I don’t have an answer. There should be one. Why can’t I think of one?

The flash in his eyes tells me he’s figured everything out. My mouth goes dry.

“Drew ...”

“You’ve been lying to me. You still work at the bank.”

Oh no. No, no, no. I won’t lie. “I was going to tell you.”

“When? Before or after you fucked me?”

Shit. I try to gather my explanation. But everything sounds crazy. I wanted to see if we had chemistry? I took the job without quitting my old one just to try him out?

I stare at his polished shoes. How do I tell him I need to always know I will be safe? That I can always help my sisters?

But he isn’t done with his accusations. “You wanted three dates. For what? To beat me at my own game? Give me a taste of my own medicine for all those one-night stands? Was that the whole point of having me confess something to you?”

I want to argue. To say the right thing. That I like him. That this fantasy of having him is coming true, and it’s everything.

But then it’s too late to say anything at all.

He spins around and is gone.

Chapter 32

DREW

I know I should calm down.

I know it.

But I can’t believe this utter bullshit.

Ensley never actually took this job.

She just took time off from her real one.

She used her vacation to mess with my head.

And boy, did she do a number.

Three dates. An entire weekend.

Yeah, I fell for it.

How much of it was a lie? The whole I’ve-loved-you-since-I-was-a-kid story? Wanting to do something meaningful with her work?

I don’t believe a word of it. Not now.

I shove papers around on my desk, disturbing Sasha, who lifts her head when a folder pokes her leg.

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