Make Me Hate You(8)

To his credit, he didn’t fight the name. In fact, he embraced it, changing the name of his channel to The Hot Money Guy and even doing some episodes shirtless or while working out.

Not that I watched any, of course.

“I love that you two still bicker,” Morgan said fondly, her eyes wide as she looked from her brother to me. “I swear, it feels like high school, the three of us being together again. The Wagner Kids — Plus One.”

Tyler and I shared a somber look then, because we hadn’t been The Wagner Kids — Plus One since the night he and I crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

Since he used me, then rejected me, and I left, and that was the end of that.

I cleared my throat, drawing Morgan’s attention back to the schedule by asking a question about flowers, and she was sufficiently distracted.

Somewhere around page six, I started to lose focus, my mind racing with how it felt to talk to Tyler after all these years. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected, but maybe that was because I never expected to ever see him again — period. And now, I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me the way he used to when we were younger, or if he hated me.

If he did, I had no idea why.

It was him who ignored me. It was him who said what happened between us was a mistake.

It was him who broke my heart.

He didn’t have a right to be pissed at me, and for some reason, it really bothered me that he seemed to think the opposite.

It was me who should hate him forever, not the other way around.

“… the cake tasting, which I’m not even sure I want a cake. I mean, yes, it’s tradition, but I love donuts. What if we did a donut truck, instead?” She gasped, snapping her fingers. “Could we do apple cider donuts?! I know that’s a fall thing but, I mean, it is a wedding. I think exceptions could be made. Oh,” Morgan continued, talking just as fast as she always had when we were growing up. “And we’ll head down to the Cape that Monday before the wedding, so we’ll have to wrap some of this up there… we can talk about who takes what regarding decorations and such. Oh, my God!”

Her sudden exclamation made me jump.

“Ty, is Azra flying in tomorrow?”

Morgan’s excitement at the mention of whoever the hell Azra was might as well have been a living, breathing thing for how it wafted off of her.

Tyler cleared his throat. “Um, not tomorrow. She’s got two back-to-back shoots this week, and a philanthropy event next weekend. I think she’s going to meet us on the Cape.”

Morgan pouted. “Aw, I was really hoping she’d be here for the bachelor and bachelorette party.”

Tyler swallowed, avoiding everyone’s eyes. “Sorry.”

“Well, it’ll make getting down to the Cape even more exciting,” Morgan decided. Then, she reached toward me with spirit fingers dancing. “Oh my God, Jaz. You will love Azra. She’s so much fun.”

I smiled, but already my chest was tight, a warning sign I should have heeded. “Who’s Azra?”

“Tyler’s super secret, super gorgeous girlfriend,” Mrs. Wagner answered.

She and Morgan giggled as Mr. Wagner chimed in with something, but I couldn’t recall a word of it.

Because my eyes were locked on Tyler’s, and his were watching mine, and there wasn’t a single breath of oxygen to be had in that wide backyard.

“Oh,” I breathed.

Morgan went on about how lovely Azra was, about how she was a model and a huge Instagram influencer, how she was from Turkey, how she was “an absolute blast,” but I barely heard a word. My chest was so tight now I thought my lungs would evacuate my body for fear of being completely crushed by my rib cage.

He has a girlfriend?

Why didn’t I know that?

Why do I care?

Tyler just watched me, like he was waiting for me to react as my mind raced and whirled, my palms dampening, heart beating loud in my ears.

And with every ounce of willpower I had, I held my expression completely neutral.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” I finally managed, my gaze still holding his.

He blinked, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge that he’d even heard me.

And just like that, Morgan moved on.

I ripped my eyes from Tyler’s, but I felt him watch me for the longest time as Morgan continued going through the schedule. I managed to stay quiet and calm until she’d made it through, and then I stood, making an excuse about being jet-lagged to excuse myself for the night.

“You’re three hours behind us,” Morgan pointed out with a pout. “I thought you’d have loads of energy. I want to stay up all night and gab!”

I squeezed her arm. “I know, I think I’m just tired from the long flight. But we have tomorrow. And I promise, I won’t go to bed before midnight.”

“Pshhh, two in the morning if you’re lucky,” she said, giving me a big hug. “And, you’ll get to meet Oliver!”

I squeezed her back. “I can’t wait,” I said, genuinely.

Amanda and Robert gave me a hug, too, and Tyler stood, staring at me from across the fire.

“Goodnight, Jasmine,” he said simply, his hands in his pockets, the light from the flames dancing with the shadows on his face.

“Goodnight,” I croaked.