Hitched (Hitched #1)(46)

Chapter 29


Leap of Faith


You have a date tomorrow night

I reply to Sebastian's text, knowing I should be working, but unable to resist a short break. It's been two days since we returned from his parent's house, and two days since I've seen him.

Really? Who's the lucky guy?

His text comes almost instantly.

My cock.

I laugh, and Tate gives me the evil eye. "I'm no cock block," he says, "but shit needs to get done. Or did you forget we're jumping out of an airplane tomorrow?"

Yeah, right. Forgetting would be a blessing. Joey's latest party is our craziest yet, and I've been going over safety rules all day. The last thing our business needs is someone turning into a pancake because they can't open their parachute. "I'll finish up and confirm the reservations." I give him my own evil eye. "Cock block."

He gives me the finger and gets back to work at his desk.

I text Sebastian.

I'm sorry, but your cock will have to reschedule. I have a party tomorrow night.

Can we come?

I type away, as Tate sighs at me.

Who the heck is we?

My cock and I.

I giggle, then bite my lip as thoughts of Sebastian inside me fill my mind.

No, sorry. But I'll see you next week. And then, I promise you will come.

We're looking forward to it.

After a brief pause, I get another text.

My parents really liked you.

I smile.

I really liked them too. Now stop texting me. You're distracting me from working, and you're turning my brother into a cock block, which is something he swore he'd never become.

Okay. I'll stop, but my cock wants me to remind you we have a date next week.

I'll put it on my schedule.

I try to get back to work, searching for the phone number of the restaurant we booked, but my thoughts keep going to Sebastian and his family. His mother balanced a time consuming career and a family. Am I ready for that?

Despite the memory of Sebastian and I horseback riding—and his fingers—I manage to get my work done and spend the evening watching skydiving videos on YouTube. I'm still stressed when I fall asleep.

The party at the hotel room, the restaurant, goes off without a hitch. But as Joey and the groom get ready to jump out of an airplane, I'm biting my nails.

"Don't worry," says Tate, his arm around me because I insisted we stay close. "If you die, I promise I'll keep the business running."

I elbow him in the stomach. "Asshole. I'm writing you out of my will."

The groom jumps out, followed by Joey, and I cover my eyes with my hands.

"Oh shit," says Tate softly. "They didn't make it."

"Fuck you, motherf*cker," I say, because of course they made it. Right?

"Okay, you're next," says our instructor as he waves me to the door. I move fast, because it's the only way I'll be able to get through this. I could have chosen to stay on the ground, but I believe you should try most things at least once. Ever since I started Hitched, I've tried many things I never thought I would. And as I stand on the edge, I realize there's something else I'm ready to try.

I'm ready to try balancing Hitched and Sebastian.

And I jump.





Chapter 30


Bitch Charming


"I'm officially divorced," I say, holding the annulment papers that arrived this morning.

Tate walks out of the kitchen, morning coffee in hand, smirking. "And I thought you two were so happy together."

I slide the papers into a black box I purchased a few days ago. "We're happy, but not ready for marriage. At least, I'm not."

"So are you breaking it off?"

I shake my head, drop my wedding ring into the box and cover it with a handwritten note.



I hope to wear this again, when I'm ready. But for now, I have a date with Dr. Sexy.



Tate snickers over my shoulder. Bastard must have read the note.

I shut the box and turn on him, frowning. "What?"

"You're going to end up with this guy. You're practically dying to have his babies."

"No. I'm not." At least not yet. I always liked the name Jason for a boy… I stop thinking about what may never happen and wrap the box with a white ribbon.

"You're a bad liar," says Tate. "Just promise me one thing."

"I might. What is it?"

"Invite me to the wedding this time, okay?"

We both laugh as I grab my shoes and purse, the black box wrapped under my arm. As Tate turns on the morning news, I walk out the door and drive to Sebastian's house. I have a note to deliver.

***

As I pull up in driveway, my cellphone rings. "Yes?"

"Hello, I need to schedule a bachelor party." His voice is excited, and I don't recognize it.

It's a new client. I would squeal if he couldn't hear me. "Sure, what day do you have in mind?"

"This Wednesday. I know it's a little last minute, but we just couldn't wait to get married, you know?"

"All too well," I say, still shocked I married a one-night stand. But of course, that one-night stand was Sebastian, so normal rules don't apply, right?