Mine to Have (Southern Wedding #1)

"I’ll take you," Clarabella says, coming to her. "I’ll be back for you guys after I drop her off."

"Thank you," Harlow says and then looks up at me, and I can see that she has so much she wants to say, but she just nods at me and walks out of the house. I want to reach out for her hand and kiss her one last time, but I know with an audience present and the embarrassment that she is feeling, she will not be happy with me.

I watch the door close behind her and then see Shelby walk past me and look outside. I hear the crunch of the tires as they drive away, and only then does Shelby turn around and look at me. "Have you lost your goddamn mind?" she shouts at me, putting her hands on her hips. Definitely not what I thought I was going to be doing this morning.

"Here," Presley says, walking to my side and handing me a cup of coffee. "Before you answer anything, drink."

"Why can’t you be nicer, like her?" I point at Presley and take a sip of the hot coffee. "And why are you yelling?"

"Because you have lost your ever-loving fucking mind." She throws her hands up in the air, and I just smirk.

"There was also fucking last night." Presley tries to make a joke, and we both glare at her. "Tough crowd."

"One, what happened between Harlow and me." I say her name again, and it’s like music to my ears. "Is between us."

"It took you two years to get over her," Shelby points out, and I roll my eyes.

"I was busy building my practice." I try to shy away from the truth.

"Lies," Presley says from beside me, and I look over at her. "He never got over Harlow."

"What?" I ask, shocked, and Presley just shrugs her shoulders.

"You can’t stand there and tell me that you actually loved Jennifer," she says, and the coffee that I took a sip of is starting to come up. I’m about to say something when she puts up her hand. "I’m sure you liked her plenty, but love." She shakes her head, sitting back down on the stool. She picks up her cup of coffee and brings it to her lips. "You didn’t love her."

"How can you say that?" Shelby says and then looks at me.

"You.” Presley points at Shelby. "Are full of shit." Shelby gasps at her while I hear the sound of tires again. My heart speeds up in my chest, and I wonder if Harlow decided that she didn’t want to be dropped off and instead wanted to come back. The front door opens, and Clarabella steps in and shuts the door behind her.

"Okay, I rushed as fast as I could." She looks at the three of us. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing," Shelby and I say at the same time.

"Liars liars, pants on fire," Presley says. "Shelby was asking if Travis lost his goddamn mind. Then I told him that he never loved Jennifer."

"True," Clarabella says, and my eyes widen, and she looks at me. She laughs. "You can’t actually stand there and tell us that you loved Jennifer." She looks at me, and I want to say that I did, but I look down at my coffee. "Exactly, you were never you," she starts to say. "I mean, look at this place. You bought this house and never brought her here." I swallow down. "You never even told her."

"It never came up,” I lie to her. I will not tell anyone why I bought this house four years ago. No one, except for the woman who just walked out.

"Wait a second," Shelby says, holding up a finger. "When I asked you about the wedding night, you said that you would rent a room at the hotel."

"I did rent a room," I tell them. "I told you guys not to decorate here. I specifically said I wasn’t coming here on my wedding night."

"You said you didn’t want to bring Jennifer here, yet you brought Harlow," Shelby continues as if she’s fucking Sherlock Holmes.

"Because he doesn’t love Jennifer," Clarabella says, and I look at her. "When you are with Harlow, it’s like you are you."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" I say, frustrated that everyone is all in my business and that all of this is coming out.

"You never really laugh," Presley says. "It’s just like…" She doesn’t know what word to say, so Shelby comes up with one.

"Boring," Shelby says. "You are very boring." Her face grimaces.

"But then, with Harlow, you are joking and laughing. You held her hand coming down the stairs," Clarabella says. "I never saw you kiss Jennifer. Not once."

I tilt my head to the side. "So we weren’t touchy-feely." I drink a cup of coffee, and it tastes sour in my mouth.

"Can I share my thoughts?" Clarabella says, holding up her hand.

"Why, you’ve been holding back?" I laugh.

She rolls her eyes. "When you broke up with Harlow," she starts. "We couldn’t even say her name. Every single time we saw you, you looked worse and worse." She wipes a tear away from her eye.

"Yeah, you looked like shit," Presley cuts in. "Your eyes were all sunken in. It was bad."

"And forget about us even saying her name. I remember once Mom mentioned her name, and you got this look in your eyes, and you left the house." I look down, remembering how hard it was for me. "Now you broke up with Jennifer yesterday, and you didn’t even bat an eye."

"Also, we’ve said Jennifer a million times, and you didn’t cry." Clarabella points at me. "Harlow walked out the door, and you looked like someone stole your ice cream."

"What do you want from me?" I ask all three of them.

"We want you to be happy, jerkoff," Shelby says, folding her arms over her chest. "And if Harlow makes you happy, own up to it."

"You are so lucky," Presley says, shaking her head. "If you broke up with me four years ago, and then you invited me to your wedding, the last thing I would give you was a blow job."

"Same," Clarabella says. "I would definitely kick you in the balls."

"She obviously still has feelings for him," Shelby says, and my heart skips a beat hoping she is right.

"Anyway, I’d love to sit here and chat about Romeo’s love life," Clarabella says. "But we have a brunch to get to."

"Also, please note," Shelby says. "I’m not cleaning anything in this house."

"You made this mess," I say, looking around at the house.

"You had sex in this house," she counters. "And the last thing I want to do is touch something that your ball sack touched."

"I would die," Presley says, stepping away from the counter. "Did you do it here?" She points at the counter. And I try to hide the smile. "Oh my God."

"I don’t think we did it in that spot." I point, and truth be told, we never left upstairs. "But it might be around there."

"I need a shower and disinfecting," Presley says, walking out the door. "Brunch in thirty. Don’t be late."

"Why are we having a brunch if there was no wedding?" I ask.

"Because the food was ordered, and we only invited your friends," Shelby states, walking out the door and slamming it shut.

"I guess I’ll find my own ride there," I say, shaking my head and looking around. I walk back upstairs to the bathroom and take a shower, showing up at the brunch forty-five minutes later in jeans and a polo shirt.

"There he is," Frankie says when I walk into the same room we were in last night. Except all the tables are gone but one round one in the middle. "Fuck, how are you not hungover?" he says when I get close enough to him. I take a look around and see it’s only the guys that are here so far.

"Slept it off," I lie to him, and the door opens, and I look over, expecting to see her walking in. But the only ones who walk in are Rachel, Victoria, and Lydia. The three of them are all wearing sunglasses.

"Please tell me that someone has a Bloody Mary?" Lydia says, going straight to the bar.

"Hey," I say to Rachel when she comes to say hi. "Where is Harlow?"

"Oh, she left," she says, and everything inside me shuts down. "She had an emergency and had to head out."





Chapter 16





Harlow

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