I got the wedding planner’s name, bought him off, and added myself to the guest list. A huge part of me wanted to turn around, go back in that room, and wake Natalie up with a long bout of love-making. For about five minutes, I thought he was gonna be a good guy, too. Then she looked back at Tyler, her eyes narrowing as she grimaced in what looked like physical pain. “Nat,” he said, his voice cracking as he dropped to his knees. “Fuck!” I kicked at the office desk. Ask my whole family! I spun us both around so she was backed against the wall, and she started to say something as I shut her up with a fierce kiss. He’s a lying snake, and you have a choice—you can leave with him if you want, but we’re done. She did.”
“That doesn’t sound like Natalie at all,” I said. I pressed my forehead to hers. It was far from trashed, but it wasn’t exactly in pristine condition, either. “The moment I found out about you, I hired a man to dig into everything.” He took a sip, turned, and leaned back against the bar.
