My Super-Hot Fake Wedding Date

We were surrounded by crazy.

Maddy and I kept grinning at each other. I felt as if I were digging myself into a nice, deep ditch.

Dig, dig, dig.

“Absofreakinglutely.”

Chapter Sixteen

MADISON

I kicked my flip-flops off and poured us each a glass of wine. “I’d go for the hard stuff, but you saw what happened to me last night.”

Bob accepted the glass and smiled. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“It was pretty bad…what I remember, which really isn’t all that much.” I giggled. “I won’t do a repeat performance tonight. I promise.”

“I’m sure you won’t. And if you do”—he tilted his glass in my direction—“you’ll be in good company. No worries.”

I took a sip of wine. “So, I can tell you didn’t have a great day. Was it the golf?”

“No. Golf was good. Actually, golf was terrible—I was terrible—but it was still fun. Tim’s a nice guy.”

I perked up. “I’m so glad you like him. He’s sort of an acquired taste.”

“I’d like to get to know him better.”

A hot flush of happiness spread through my chest. “I’d like that.”

Bob nodded, but then his expression darkened. “Maddy, um…”

I waited, but the way he was looking at his wine glass made me tense.

Bob frowned. “Remember how I said my ex was getting married this weekend?”

My heart started thudding. “Yes.”

“She called me just now.” He raised his gaze to meet mine. “And your mother knows about it.”

“Um.” I felt myself gaping. “Okay.” Neither of those things were okay, but words were not my strong suit at the moment.

“So Katie called me because she—I don’t know—was having some sort of emotional thing.”

I gulped my wine. “On her

wedding day? That prompted her to call you?”

He gulped some wine, too. “Yeah. You can kind of guess what it was about.”

“Wait—how did my mother know?” My brow furrowed. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer.

“She said Pryce tapped my phone.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I laughed, but it sounded bitter. “Wow. My mother’s getting militant about this. What did she say?”

He raked his hand through his hair, making its thick waves stand up in spikes. “Nothing good.”

I waited and poured more wine.