The hollow ache in my chest hasn’t gone away.
And no, it’s not just because the s*x with Bailey was good. Although, for the record, it was so good it could make a man want to get down on one knee and propose. Speaking of . . .
“How’s the wedding planning going?” I ask Owen, needing a distraction.
We’re all hanging out at Justin’s place tonight. Owen moved out a while ago and into a new condo that he shares with his fiancée, Becca. Justin is hosting a little get-together tonight—there’s food and beer and music playing low, kind of reconfirming his place as a bachelor pad—even though I’d bet my left nut that his girlfriend, Elise, will be moving in soon.
Owen gives me a quick nod. “It’s tight. Becca and her mom are doing most of it. I tried to give my opinion once and they didn’t like my
