Chapter 18
CHRIS
“So, what’s up with you and your old flame?”
“Excuse me?” I say, sipping my drink as the rehearsal dinner dies down, the third course now half-cleared from the groomsmen table decorated with items Ros and I only bought just this morning.
A morning that feels like eons ago.
I lean back in my decorated chair. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll put it to you another way,” the nosy groomsman beside me says, giving me a curious look. “How long has it been since you and the pretty curls in the corner broke up?”
I check the clock on the wall, nodding. “If you really want the truth...it’s been about one hour-forty minutes and thirty-seven seconds since we ended things.”
He leans closer. “‘We’ ended things or ‘she’ ended things?”
A sheepish grin hits my face. “She ended things. It
