Remembering the way Brad looked at me when I was walking down the aisle toward him, I suffer a pang of heartache. “Maybe someday we’ll look back on this and laugh. Maybe someday, after a few years have passed and I’ve grown scar tissue over all the holes you tore in my heart, we can be friends again. But right now I have to be honest and say it’s none of your damn business.”
“It is, though, because I care about you.”
“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” I mutter.
“I looked him up, you know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“On the internet. I researched him.”
“Whatever you’re about to tell me, I don’t want to know.”
He snorts like he thinks I’m funny. “Liar.”
Chewing my lip, I sit up straighter in my chair and brace myself for the worst. “He’s a womanizer, right?”
“More like a
