Marissa
I stared at my phone, rereading Justin’s message for the third time. A stupid smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.
I was giddy. Over a text. From an engaged man.
God, I was an i***t.
Just thinking about what might happen if we were alone sent a feverish warmth racing through my body, tingles unfurling beneath my skin. I shut it down quickly. I refused to be some starry-eyed fool, fantasizing about a man who was literally planning a wedding with someone else.
Besides, his sister was coming along. That was enough to kill the thrill. I tossed my phone onto the table and leaned back, fully aware I was getting ahead of myself.
Justine would be relentless. She’d watch me with those expectant eyes, waiting for any hint that she could win me over. The thought alone was exh
