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Oh, he thinks he’s hilarious. The way he laced it with sarcasm, and I’m willing to bet he knew exactly how much it would piss me off too.

“More salad, Kate?” Jennie, Jon’s mom, breaks me from my seething trance. Standing over me with a bowl, the others stare at me in silence as we sit around the huge, round outdoor table eating dinner.

How long have I been sitting like this?

“Hmm? Oh, no, no thanks,” I finally respond.

Jennie smiles sweetly and turns on her heel, making for the kitchen.

“Okay, so let’s go over the plans once more since a couple of things have changed,” Jon begins. He leans down and fetches a folder from under his seat and starts flipping through the pages.

“Please tell me that isn’t your wedding planner,” I say, my eyes bugging out at the sheer volume of information. “I made fewer notes when studying for the bar.”

A couple of snickers break out around the table, and I watch as Adam’s shoulders shake with laughter. “Have you sprayed each page with Felicity’s perfume?” he adds.

Jon points to him and then to me. “Don’t you start. This is an intricate operation, and I want it to be perfect for my wife.”

“It will be. So long as we say, ‘I do,’ then it will.” Felicity places her hand over Jon’s.

“She actually turned up, so that’s a good sign,” Jensen adds, but I don’t look at him. I haven’t since the moment I stormed out of that bedroom.

Jon rolls his eyes and continues. “So the changes are to the aisle order immediately after we’re married. Originally, the lineup was me and Felicity, obviously, and then my best man and the maid of honor, then Jensen and Luna. But…” He clears his throat anxiously. “I’ve tweaked it so Luna and Zach walk together. It won’t be long until they’re walking down the aisle themselves.”

“Sounds good,” Jensen agrees.

No, thisdoes notsound good.

I stab at the cherry tomato on my plate.Keep calm, Kate. You need to remain civil. You’re only linking arms with him; it’ll be over in a flash.

“And you, babe, is that okay with you?” Felicity asks from across the table.

I smile sweetly. “Of course. I’m happy to go along with whatever works best.”

I can’t help it. I glance over at Jensen, who’s staring straight at me, a proud smirk across his face. I narrow my eyes at him and pick up my wine glass. In response, the assholefucking winks.

Just a few seconds down the aisle, and you don’t even have to look at him, Kate.I mentally calculate how long I can realistically hold my breath, that way I don’t have to smell him, either.

“We should probably practice now since the flower arch and aisle are all set up. You know, like they do with rehearsals,” Jensen suggests.

I would rather eat myself.

“I don’t think that’s necessary. How hard can it be?” I retort.

His lips tip up, clearly expecting that response. “It’s more for pacing and timing, making sure we’re in sync.”

Jon turns to Jensen a couple of seats down from him. “For a guy who doesn’t believe in marriage, you sure know a few things.”

He does. I look back at the asshole, and it’s clear a hint of redness stains his high cheekbones. He picks up his water glass and shrugs. “With the size of that folder, I’m surprised you don’t. Hollie gets married in August, and she’s been talking about rehearsals for ages.”

Jon sits up straight. “Yeah, well, you’ve got a point, buddy.” He drums his fingers on the table and then flicks through a few pages in the folder as Felicity’s jaw hangs open at what she’s reading. “The schedule is tight, but we’ll make it fit.”

Luna low chuckles in response.

“What?” Jon quirks a brow.

She giggles, but it’s clearly to herself. “Romance girlie. Inside joke, don’t worry.”

Shaking his head, he goes back to his schedule. “Tomorrow morning at ten a.m. We’ll all meet down in the garden after breakfast and go through the process.”