Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Against Britney’s wishes, Kyle forces her to leave so we can talk. Once she’s gone, I ask my first question. “Were you with her the entire time?” It doesn’t matter now, but damn, if he wanted her, why go through the trouble of proposing to me? If he had just broken off the engagement, or hell, not proposed, it would’ve prevented us from wasting so much pointless time together.
“No. It just happened. She came onto me and…”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t treat me like an idiot.” I’m going to be dealing with this guy for the next eighteen-plus years. I’m not about to let him get away with that crap.
He sighs. “I fucked up. I wanted to make partner so badly. I bust my ass for this firm, and sometimes, it feels like I’m not getting any closer to my goals.”
“So you slept with her, hoping to get an in?” It hits me that I really had no clue who this guy was. I was too caught up in wanting to settle down and prove I’m not broken that I didn’t take the time to get to know the person I was planning to marry.
You took the time to get to know Declan, a voice in my head points out.
“I know it’s too late,” Kyle says. “But I didn’t do anything with her again… not until after you left me at the altar and took off with Declan.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Speaking of which, why are you even here?”
I open my mouth to tell him that I’m pregnant when it hits me… I had sex with Declan the night before my accident—several times and without any protection. Which means… Holy shit! Declan could very well be the father.
I try to think back to when Kyle and I had sex, but my memories are spotty at best. I could ask him, but I don’t want to raise suspicions.
“You know what… never mind. Coming here was a mistake.” Kyle tries to stop me, but I’m now on a mission to find the man who I spent—from what I can remember—the most amazing night with and never told me.
The moment I’m back in the SUV, I text him: Where are you? We need to talk.
Declan: At home.
Me: I’ll be there soon.
This entire time, I thought we weren’t together until the road trip, but he knew… fucking knew that we shared a special night together, when we made love. I told him about my tattoo, and he confessed his feelings for me. The next morning, we made love again, and then I was in the accident, and when I woke up, I didn’t remember. Except my body and heart actually did. Because when I opened my eyes, I felt it… the pull, the connection with Declan, but I didn’t understand it because I couldn’t remember it. So I pushed it away.
Oh, my God! Declan knew my engagement with Kyle was over, yet he was going to let me marry him!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
DECLAN
My place is a fucking mess, and I stink. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks drowning my sorrows at the bottom of a bottle of Jack. Because I didn’t want to see anyone, I canceled the cleaning woman who usually comes. And I can’t remember the last time I showered because I haven’t given a shit enough to.
After Kendall texts that she’s on her way, I quickly jump in the shower and get dressed, then spend the rest of the time shoving garbage into cabinets to make it look like the place isn’t as dirty as it is. Just as she knocks, I light a candle, hoping it will help the place smell a little better.
Figuring this is as good as it’ll get, I head to the front door to open it, both nervous and excited to see her. I’m hoping she’s changed her mind about us, but I’m not counting on it.
“Hey,” I say when I swing the door open.
She glares and walks past me. “Hey yourself.”
She stops in the center of the living room, and before I can ask what’s gotten her so upset, she speaks. “When did you plan to tell me that we had sex before my accident?”
Oh, shit. Dammit, I knew I should’ve told her, but… “I wanted you to want me. To choose me. I wanted you to feel what I felt… what I feel. I didn’t want to have to tell you that we spent the most amazing night together.”
Her features soften slightly, so I walk over to her. “I tried to tell you a few times, but every time, I didn’t know how. I mean, how do you tell the person you’re in love with that the best night of your life is the same night she can’t even remember?”
Kendall sighs. “You were going to let me marry Kyle, even after knowing I planned to end our engagement.”