Page 87 of Some Kinda Romance

My head jerked up when I heard the soft snick of my door opening and I nearly burst into tears when I saw Julie walk in. She frowned when she saw me, her own face collapsing as she strode across the office. “What’s happened now?”

“You’re not going to believe this, but Byron broke his hand,” I said, fighting tears when they threatened to take over. “His sous chef, Felicia, is going to be catering Diana’s wedding.”

Julie’s eyes flew wide open. “Fuck, I think this wedding is cursed.”

“I think I’m cursed,” I countered, burying my face in my hands. I shook my head over and over again. “I can’t actually believe this. I cannot believe something else has gone wrong.”

“You’re not cursed, Serenity,” she said firmly. “Everything else we’re planning is coming together perfectly, which means it’s the wedding that’s cursed. Not you. Have you told her yet?”

“No, I only just got the call. I think I’m still trying to get my head wrapped around it.” I finally looked at her again. “I’m going to have to talk to Dash.”

She winced. “I’m sorry, but yes. You definitely are going to have to talk to him.”

“Crap.”

“I would’ve used a much stronger word, but crap works too.” She gave me a sympathetic smile. “Maybe text him instead.”

I bit my lip, thinking it over before I exhaled harshly and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I’ll text him.”

“Want me to stay?”

I shook my head as I picked up my phone. “No, you better not. I have no doubt that he’s reverted to Asshole Dash, like he was at the beginning, which means this isn’t going to be pretty. I’ll be fine. It’s almost over, right?”

“One more week,” she said as she stood up and headed over to the door.

“One more week,” I repeated and pulled up my messaging app.

Me: I need to meet with you as soon as you’re free. Something has come up with the wedding.

It took a few minutes before he read the message, but as soon as the blue ticks appeared, so did the wavy dots telling me he was typing a response. Not fifteen seconds later, his reply came up on my screen.

Dash: I can be at your office in 15.

Me: See you then.

Dropping the phone back down on my desk with a soft clatter, I buried my head in my hands once more. I really didn’t want to see him, much less to give him bad news. I felt like a complete failure, a loser of fantastic proportions who should never have taken on an event like this.

And now I was going to have to tell the guy who’d already been ashamed of me that I’d dropped the ball again. Yay! Go team…

That same pressure as before swelled behind my eyes again, but once again, I swallowed it back, squeezing my eyes shut rather than surrender to the emotions swirling around inside me. I wasn’t over Dash. In fact, I was so far from it that I was starting to wonder if I’d ever get over him, and now, not only was I going to have to see him before I was ready to, but I was also going to have to hope and pray that I didn’t cry in front of him when I gave him this news.

Damn it.

I was so ready for this wedding to be over so that I could move on with my life, but there was another whole week during which everything could go to shit and I was starting to think that was exactly what was going to happen.