Page 32 of Mine To Keep (Southern Wedding)

I glare at her. “Yeah,” I say sarcastically, nodding. “No, I went into his office to quit.”

“And?” Her hand moves in a circle to tell me to hurry the story along.

“And when I was walking out, he stopped me from leaving, and then we made out,” I explain, my stomach fluttering when I think about when he kissed me.

“Grace,” she says my name sternly, “can you fast-forward to the orgasm part?”

“Ugh, fine,” I huff. “We were kissing, and he picked me up.”

“He picked you up?” Her eyes almost bulge out of her head.

“Yeah, pushed me against the door, and well, my legs held on to him.” I avoid looking at her now, embarrassed when she starts laughing.

“Oh, you dirty dog.” She claps her hands.

“Anyway, we were making out, and I rubbed myself on him like a cat in heat,” I groan.

“Did he,” she asks, “you know, follow you to the finish line?”

“I have no idea; I ran out of the office.” I get up, grabbing my bag and leaving the apartment.

“Grace!” she shrieks. “Did you not talk to him after?”

“Well, I was going to,” I lie, avoiding it like the plague, “but his wife came by the office.”

“Grace Barnes!” She yells my name. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Relax.” I press the elevator button. “I don’t think he’s married.”

“You don’t think?” Her voice is louder than it was before.

“What is all the yelling?” Her husband, Matty, comes into the bathroom, and I can see he just got up. He’s rubbing his eyes as he buries his face in her neck.

“I’m talking to Grace,” Sofia explains, pointing at the phone.

“Hey, G,” he mumbles, using the nickname he gave me when we first met. He only uses it because he knows our grandfather hates it.

“Matty,” she says to him, “would you make out with a girl when you think she is married?”

I can’t help but laugh at the top of my lungs. “You are asking him this when he married his wedding planner?”

“Hey,” he says, putting his hand to his chest, “what did I do?”

“I’m just saying that he was almost married when you guys started your thing.” I roll my lips when Sofia glares at me.

“We were not,” Matty denies. “I broke it off with what’s her name before we started anything.”

“You were emotionally cheating on your fiancée.” I point at Matty.

“Why are we talking about me?” he asks. “Goodbye.” He turns to walk away.

“Grace,” she says softly.

“I know.” My voice matches hers. “I know. I’m going to talk to him today and make sure that it never happens again.”

“Especially if he’s married.” The smile that fills her face is a sad smile. A smile you give someone when you know nothing good is going to come from anything.

“Yeah,” I agree, ignoring the way my stomach clenches. “I’ll keep you posted.”

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