Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He smiled and nodded his head. “That’s my folks too.”
“Your brothers look at Harmony and Rory that way as well. So, I really do believe in it.”
We drove on in silence for a few minutes before Wes spoke again.
“She’s getting married.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Mandy. My ex-girlfriend. That’s why I moved back to Boston.”
Confused, I shook my head slightly. “Wait, your ex-girlfriend, the one person you were in love with, is getting married and that’s why you moved back to Boston? That doesn’t make any sense,” I said with a soft laugh.
“I’m going to stop it.”
My heart dropped. “Wh-what?”
“The wedding. I’m going to stop the wedding.”
I was positive I was staring at him with a shocked expression on my face. I covered my mouth with my hand before letting out a humorless laugh. “Wait. You’re planning on trying to stop Mandy from getting married. How? Why? I mean, why would you do that?”
“I haven’t figured that part out yet, the how. The why part is to show her she’s making a mistake.”
A feeling of sickness rolled through my stomach, and I softly whispered, “You still love her?”
He didn’t look at me as he replied, “I never stopped loving her. She doesn’t want to marry him.”
“What? If she didn’t want to marry him, why in the world is she doing it then, Wes?”
“She’s…confused.”
“Wes, you have to stop and think about this, it’s insane.”
“I have thought about it, Clare!” he shouted.
I quickly turned and stared out the window.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”
“It’s fine. I just can’t figure out why in the world you would want to do that to her. If she’s happy and moved on, what in the world would possess you to want to interfere with that?”
“She slept with me when she was with him.”
I sucked in a breath. “She cheated on the guy she’s marrying … with you?”
“Yeah, I guess…if that’s how you want to label it.”
“There is no labeling shit, Wes. She cheated on him. And now you think that means she wants you back?”
“She might.”
A rush of anger swept over me. “You stupid, dumbass, male species, idiot. She cheated on him with you and that’s who you label as your soul mate?”
He snapped his head and glared at me. “What did you just call me?”
“You heard me. Why in the world would you want this woman back? She broke your heart, then proceeded to toy with you by sleeping with you when she was in a relationship with another man whom she is planning on marrying. What kind of woman does that?”
“Don’t talk about Mandy like that. You don’t know her at all.”
“No, I don’t. But what I do know is she scratched an itch. She’s getting married and she wanted to see what it would be like sleeping with you again. The fact that she is still getting married—and not to you—should tell you that!”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Clare. You’ve never been in love, so you don’t know.”
I snapped my mouth shut and went back to staring out the window, wishing I had never shared that bit of information with him.
After what felt like forever, I saw the familiar buildings of downtown Boston.
“Um, I don’t know where you live, Clare.”
Clearing my throat I said, “1260 Boylston Street.”
“Near Fenway Park,” he said with a smile.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Do you have a parking spot we can use to unload all of this?”
“I don’t have a car, remember?”
“Right.”
Luck would have it, though, that there was an open spot right in front of the building. Wes pulled in and parked.
“Looks like it’s our lucky day.”
Without a word I got out of his BMW and shut the door. I made my way to the backseat and started to take out the bags.
I tried to grab all the bags so that I could just walk away and not have to be around Wes any longer than needed. Unfortunately, he was fast and took half of them.
We walked toward the building and Lenard, the doorman, opened the door for us.
“You lucked out, Ms. Monroe, with a parking spot.”
Smiling, I replied, “Lucky us!”
I headed toward the elevator and glanced back at Wes. He was looking all around.
“This place is great. The lobby is killer.”
Hitting the up button with my elbow, I said, “Yeah. It’s a great place.”
“Is there a workout room?”
“There is. A yoga room, a dining hall, workspaces, laundry, a roof terrace, you name it.”
“Nice. I bet the roof terrace has a nice view of Fenway.”
“Yep, it does.”
The elevator opened and we both stepped in. I hit the button for floor fifteen.
“All the way to the top, huh?”
I turned and looked at him with an expression that said I didn’t feel like talking.
Wes sighed. “Listen, I’m really sorry I said that about you not ever being in love. That was a shitty thing to do.”