-Megan-
“Look,” I stated, holding up the invitation in front of Nathan.
“F*ck…” He didn’t appear pleased as he read the words. We were invited to Brooke’s wedding.
“Can we fake an injury? Or perhaps claim we’ve both suddenly fallen ill with a virus, forcing us to quarantine?” he suggested.
I chuckled and shook my head, turning the invitation toward me to read it again. I shook my head as I scanned the words. She had said we were invited, but I hadn’t truly expected her to follow through. I mean, Nathan had kept his distance from her, and she didn’t seem to cross his mind anymore. But of course, the Brooke tornado had to re-enter our lives just as things were going well.
“Are you worried?” he inquired.
I glanced at Nathan, who sat at his desk. I had gone out to get the mail, and upon
