Heart Improvement: A Brooklyn Heights Bachelor Romance by Amanda Wilhelm

Author:Amanda Wilhelm [Wilhelm, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-06-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19 - Chelsea

“I’ll get us an Uber.”

Scott pulls out his phone. I push his hand down.

“Put that away. We have to talk.”

He sighs and puts his phone away.

“Can we walk and talk?” he asks.

“We are going to walk to your parents’ house?”

He shakes his head.

“It’s too far. But let’s walk and figure it out together.”

Figure it out? I think in disbelief. They want my mom to come out here next week to go wedding dress shopping. Next week. My mother.

“I think better when I walk, that’s all.”

“Fine.”

I follow him down the street. We make it to the corner with neither of us saying anything.

“Can’t we just say no?” I blurt out as we wait for a car to pass.

“I don’t think so.”

“How can we not say no? I mean, they can’t tell us what to do. What if they asked us to, I don’t know, murder someone?”

“Well, we could say no to that. But…”

There’s a but.

“But what?”

“There was a clause about the network having discretion over the wedding decisions.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. You were at the meetings—”

“Yes, I was.” I stop dead in my tracks. “They never said anything about the wedding in any of those meetings. Not once.”

I am very sure about that, so I say it very emphatically. Extremely emphatically. My ‘you don’t know who you are messing with’ voice. The voice that sounds more like Sam than me. Scott doesn’t respond so I start searching my brain frantically. We had four straight weeks of meetings, three times a week. I’m sure nothing was ever said about the wedding. Not a single solitary word.

“I’m really sorry, Chels.” Scott is looking down at the sidewalk, not at me. “I should have anticipated it.”

The sight of him dismally apologizing piles on top of my despair about the situation. I grab his hands.

“Don’t blame yourself, okay? We’re both in over our heads. These people are slick. They were probably planning this all along.”

“Thanks.”

He looks at me, right at me. His eyes—I pull my hands away.

“What are we going to do?” I ask in my business tone.

No one would ever guess I’m quivering inside from the feel of this hands holding mine. At least I hope not.

“I don’t know.”

He starts walking again. Right, walking is good for thinking. I follow.

“Why do you want to go see your parents? Do they give you good advice on this sort of thing?”

He laughs, but quickly covers it with a cough.

“They do give me good advice. But, uh, this sort of thing has never happened before. I just think I have to tell them something about what’s going on, since you are getting a wedding dress next week.”

He’s right. And if my mom has to come and go shopping with me, I have to tell her something too. But what?

“You want to get a sandwich?”

“You’re hungry?”

“Aren’t you?”

I have to think about it. The adrenalin hasn’t shut off since the meeting this morning. I don’t feel hungry, I’m wired. But my head is throbbing.

“I should probably eat something,” I admit.

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