Trying to compose herself, Emily tore her gaze from her reflection when Fallon walked into the restroom.

“Are you alright?” Fallon asked, making her way over to her. “Or are you still feeling nauseous?”

Emily shook her head and cleared her throat. “No, I’m okay right now.” She tucked her lipstick into her purse. “Is Olivia here yet?”

“She just texted me, saying she’d be here in two minutes,” she responded, handing Emily her purse. She walked into one of the stalls. “She had to stop off somewhere after the church.”

“Where did Trevor go?” Emily asked, placing their purses on the counter.

“When we got here, he realized he didn’t have any cash on him,” she called out. “He ran up to an ATM.”

Drawing in a deep breath, Emily flipped on the water and started washing her hands. It was then that Olivia popped into the restroom.

“Hey,” she chirped, pulling her scarf from her neck.

“Where did you have to go?” Emily probed and reached for a paper towel.

She plopped her belongings onto the counter and studied her reflection in the mirror. She glanced at Emily. “I…uh, had to get cash.”

“Why does everyone think they need cash while they’re here?” Emily asked, quirking a brow. “Everything’s paid for tonight.”

“To tip the servers.” Olivia shrugged. “You, out of all people, should know that.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess I should,” she answered absently, her voice trailing off.

“Your head’s not where it should be. I get it.”

Emily gave her a questioning look.

“I know Dickhead hasn’t noticed your act lately since he’s been consumed with working late again, but I have.” Emily started to speak, but Olivia continued. “I have to admit that I think it’s bullshit that he’s been working late. But, hey, you seem to believe him, so I guess that’s all that counts, right?”

Emily let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh God, please don’t start with me about this again, Liv.” She plucked her purse from the counter. “Not now. I can’t, and I won’t.”

“I’m just trying to make sense of all of this, Emily.” Gently grabbing her by the elbow, Olivia effectively stopped her from walking out. With tears welling in her eyes, Emily looked at her. “You’re in love with somebody else—yet, you’re marrying another man. Stop. Take a step back. Honestly, just stop and think about what you’re about to do.”

Emily stood mute and stared at her.

Biting her lip and noticeably uncomfortable, Fallon stepped out from the stall and started washing her hands. She quickly dried them and reached for her purse. “I’m just gonna leave you two alone,” she said, walking to the door. Olivia nodded. “I’ll see you guys inside.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Olivia whispered, looking back to Emily after Fallon walked out. “Even if you don’t believe Gavin, you don’t have to marry Dillon.”

“I love Dillon,” she answered, looking down, her tone low.

Taking her chin in her hand, Olivia lifted her face. “I have no doubt in my mind that you love him, Emily, but you’re no longer in love with him and to think that you can make yourself fall back in love with him is completely delusional, friend.”

Emily swiped a tear off her cheek. “I can fall back in love with him.” She stared at Olivia for a long moment and then made her way over to the door. Turning around, she sniffled and shook her head. “I’m marrying him tomorrow, Olivia. You can support me or not—and I hope to God you can—but I’m doing it.”

With that, Emily swung the door open. Before her mind could even begin to compute the conversation that’d just taken place, her eyes locked on icy blues—those mesmerizing icy blues that caused her unimaginable heartbreak, confusion, and her now rapid breathing. Frozen. Literally feeling frozen to her spot, Emily couldn’t move as she stared at Gavin from across the lobby of the restaurant. He looked more disheveled than she could’ve ever imagined, but it didn’t stop her body from reacting to his sensually beautiful face—that breathtakingly pained face staring back at her. Almost instantly, she felt her heart drumming within her chest, felt the tiny beads of sweat crawl across every pore on her skin, and felt every hair on her body stand on end. Although guests from several different parties floated across the lobby, their eyes never unlocked from one another. With his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, Emily’s breath hitched in the back of her throat as he began to make his way toward her. She faintly registered the sound of the restroom door closing behind her when Olivia emerged.

“You have to talk to him,” Olivia said, placing a hand on her back.

Before Emily could protest, Gavin was standing right in front of her. With the smell of his cologne tickling her nose and his eyes intent on her, she was sure she was going to pass out.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, stepping closer. And, God, she did. Her wavy auburn hair falling over a white button-up blouse paired with a short red skirt and black knee-high leather boots had Gavin fighting for control. He was a fool to think he could’ve stayed away after what Olivia had told him, so this was his last ditch effort to get her back.

Swallowing hard, Emily stepped away from him, her back pressing against Olivia’s chest. “Why are you here?” she breathed out. She nervously tore her gaze from his, looking around for Dillon. “You have to leave.”

A sad smile tipped the corner of Gavin’s mouth, his voice low. “Well, I am in the wedding party. But I think it’s apparent why I’m really here.” He stepped closer. It was then that Emily could smell the liquor on his breath. “And, no, doll, I’m not leaving until we talk. Do you understand me?”

Shocked, she didn’t answer. In fact, she had no words at all. Emily simply stared at him.

Gavin flicked his eyes in Olivia’s direction. “You’ll keep an eye out for Dillon?”

Olivia nodded. “I checked on my way in. There’s an empty room over here,” she said, pointing to a door adjacent to them. “Make it quick though.”

Jerking herself away from Olivia, Emily narrowed her eyes. “You set this up?”

Olivia gave a casual shrug.

After pinning Olivia with a lethal look, Emily turned to Gavin. “I’m not talking to you,” she scoffed as she went to walk away.

He caught her by the elbow. “Then I guess you’re going to force me into making an announcement about the two of us right here at your party.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” she huffed, pulling her arm away from him.

“Mmm, that you’re incorrect about,” he chuckled as his body swayed. He turned his attention to an older man walking past them. “Excuse me, sir,” he called out, his voice booming.

The gray-haired gentleman—who thankfully wasn’t with Emily’s group—looked at him. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, sir. You see, I’m having a problem. I’m absolutely in love with this beautiful woman here,” Gavin said, pointing to Emily. Her eyes widened in disbelief at his actions. “And she won’t give me a few minutes to explain an extremely fucked-up misunderstanding. Would you have any suggestions as to how I should handle this?”

Appearing not at all in the least bit interested, the man shook his head and walked away.

“Fine,” Emily whispered, her tone heated. “I’m giving you two minutes.” Spinning on her heels, she abruptly pushed through the doors to the room.

Gavin looked to Olivia. “Keep him busy for as long as you can.”

She nodded.

Upon entering the empty banquet room, Gavin found Emily staring at him with her arms crossed in obvious annoyance. In the darkness of the space, lit only by the opulent moon beyond a massive window, he could see the roaring fire behind her green eyes. As he walked toward her, she backed away and nearly stumbled over a tower of stacked chairs.

“Don’t walk away from me, Emily,” he commanded, his voice low as he moved closer.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do,” she spat with her chin tipped up in defiance. She continued to back away from him, the sound of her heels echoing throughout the room. She wanted to be impenetrable to his smell, his voice, and his face, but she knew the closer he got—under the cool gleam of those blue eyes—that would be impossible.