Maybe Matt's Miracle (The Reed Brothers 4)

“Matt,” April says, clutching onto my arm. “Wait.” I turn back to her. “I didn’t mean to fall in love with him,” she says.

I get close to her. I shouldn’t do this, and I wouldn’t if I didn’t think she really, really needed to know. But there’s already a buzz about it in the crowd. She’s the only one who doesn’t know. I lean down close to her ear. “I’m sorry you fell in love with him. He’s not the one for you.”

“And you were?” she sneers.

I toss my head back and laugh. “No, I wasn’t. But one thing is certain. I would have never, ever cheated on you.” I close my eyes and steady myself with a deep breath. “He f**ked your maid of honor last night,” I blurt out.

“That’s low, Matt.”

“He’s been sleeping with her for the past six months. Everyone knows it but you.” Then I leave her standing there in the middle of the floor.

I can almost feel her behind me, devastated and broken. Her pain radiates through the air, but I don’t stop.

My heart is heavy when I get back to my table. Devastating her wasn’t nearly as freeing as one might think. I take my jacket from where it’s draped over the back of my chair and put it on. “Have you seen Sky?” I ask Emily and Logan. They both stare at me with their mouths hanging open.

Emily recovers first and looks around the room. “She was dancing with the groom a minute ago.”

What the f**k was that about? Logan signs vehemently. He doesn’t talk.

That was closure, I sign back. Are you ready to go? Meet me outside. I’m going to find Sky.

I walk around the ballroom, looking for the blue dress that matched her eyes. I smell for her scent. I listen for the sound of her voice. But she’s gone. She’s not there.

I finally end up outside, and a valet approaches me. “Cab, sir?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I’m looking for a woman,” I say. I hold my hand up, indicating how small she is. “A little blonde, dressed in blue.”

“Oh, yes, sir,” he says with a nod. “I put her in a cab a few minutes ago.”

“A cab?” I parrot.

“Yes, sir. She was going to the city.”

“Why would Sky be going to the city?” I ask myself. “Her apartment is downtown.” But he must have heard me.

“She was a little upset, sir,” he says.

“Why was she upset?” I clutch his shoulder.

He shrugs. “That I’m not sure about, sir,” he says.

Logan motions to me. He gets into the limo with Emily, and I lean inside. “I can’t leave yet. I don’t know where Sky is,” I tell him.

“Get in the car,” Emily says. “We need to get out of here.”

I get in and the car pulls out. “The valet said she was going uptown.”

“What did you do to her?” Logan asks.

Emily punches me in the shoulder. “Seriously, couldn’t you wait to get home to have sex with her? You had to do it at April’s wedding?”

“You had sex at April’s wedding?” Logan asks. He chokes a little, so I kick him in the knee.

“Shut up,” I grumble.

“You didn’t tell her who April was, did you?” Emily asks, her voice soft.

“I told her all about April,” I protest. “I told her all about the girl who broke my heart right after we met.”

“But did you tell her this was her wedding?” Emily snaps at me. “Did you ever say her name?”

I can’t answer because I don’t know. She punches me again. “Stop hitting me,” I mumble. I rub my arm because that shit hurts. “I don’t know if I ever said her name.” I throw up my hands. What the f**k else am I going to do?

“She must have figured it out,” Emily says. “And then she quizzed me when you were gone.” Her eyes close and she grimaces. “I thought you told her everything.”

“I did, just not the important part, apparently.”

“It’s all a big misunderstanding,” Logan says. “You’ll go to her and explain.”

“I accidentally told her about the letter,” Emily says quietly.

“What letter?” I ask. I take my phone out and text Sky.

Me: Where are you?

I stare at the phone like it holds the secrets of the universe.

“The letter you wrote to April when you were dying. The one you made me promise to give to her after you kicked the bucket.”

I raise my brow. “Kicked the bucket?”

“Bite the big one? Meet the Holy Ghost? Pushing up daisies?” She punches my arm again. “Why does it matter?”

“Why did you tell her about the letter?” I ask. I’m not angry. I’m just confused.

“She was talking about April. And I wanted her to know how very much I hate her, so I told her about the letter.” She groans. “It seemed relevant!” she yells.

“What do you think was in that letter?” I ask.

“You professing your undying love as you lay on your death bed…” she says.

I snort. “Okay,” I say. “Have your driver take me to the apartment. I need to get something.”

“Then what?” she asks.

“Then I’m going to get Sky.”

She grins and pats my arm. “Good.”

I just hope she’ll see me.

My phone bleeps.