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“You have that look, big brother,” she swings her eyes. “But I’m fine.”
“Riley, tell me why you are nervous,” I rest one hand on the car to trap her, and she folds her arms across her chest.
“It’s not me I am worried about,” she huffs. “It’s you.”
I know I live my life on the fucking edge, and I’ve heard her express her worry more times than I care to keep count of. But this time seems different.
“Why?” If she tells me it's because of the marriage, I'll know she's lying. They should be worried for Barbara. I don't give a fuckabout anything. When we get married, she won't force me to do anything.
Barbara is still attempting to salvage her dream marriage from this ordeal. I feel sorry for her, which is why I sometimes let her. She just won't let go.
I've given up on mine. I know that the people I lost will never return to me, and that's okay.
Well, perhaps not okay. Living in such a harsh reality is difficult. A fucking painful wound to heal from, I will strive for the remainder of my life to stop it from spilling all the blood out of me. But I willgo ahead and do it for the benefit of everyone and everything involved.
“I’m waiting,” I snap my fingers in her face.
“It’s…”
“Don’t fuck around with me, Riley; tell me what is getting you this worked…”
She interrupts me by pointing withher eyes in Barbara's direction. I grudgingly turn to glare at her, but as soon as I focus on the person next to my fiancée, I am taken aback.
Wearing a pair of blue jeans and a simple white blouse, bluish-blackhair flowing on her shoulders, cherry-colored pastel lips andfreckles splatteredacross her cheekbones, those onyx eyes... Olivia.
She meets my eyes, and the shock waves dart between the us.
“You should see your face,” Riley chuckles, then goes over to Olivia to drag her into an embrace.
“Riley,” Olivia stammers. Her voice still has the same hummingbird-like quality as it always did.
“Ollie,” Riley pulls away from the hug. “It’s been forever,” Riley chuckles. “You look so beautiful, so…”
“Huh, excuse me,” Barbara lifts a finger. “Am I missing something?”
“This is…”
“I know who she is." Barbara sneers at them both."Olivia Delgado, the chef in charge of my wedding catering. How are you two so friendly?"
“I know Olivia from way back,” Riley shrugs. “She is a family friend. I haven’t seen her since…” She swings her hands in the air to keep that information out. “Huh…” Riley gulps and then chuckles. “It’s been… It’s been a while.”
“Since we broke up,” I say.
Chapter Two
OLIVIA
Ronan is in my bakery.
Ronan is in my bakery!
I’m clawing into my hair and screaming my mind out at the sight of him. He is here. After so many years. My Ronan.
I have never seen anyone wear such a simple outfit with as much elegance and poise. Black jeans and a gray knitted sweater never looked this good on anyone.
I wasn't sure when I stepped outside, but I had a gut feeling that no other man had dirty blonde hairwith that exact same gold and strawberry tinge.
There was no mistaking his height or the way he hunches his shoulders. Maybe he gained a few inches, and I think age has made him look even more refined. His biceps aremore prominent than before.
