He walked through the front door and followed the sound of Johnny Bellini’s booming voice, some of it in English and some in Italian.
“Dad, you’re not going to kill him,” Honor said.
“Bastardo. He disgraced my daughter. That is just not done.”
Erin rolled her eyes. “I am hardly disgraced. Pissed? Yes. Disgraced, no. And second? By the time I’m done talking to everyone about what he did to me, it’ll be his reputation that’s ruined.”
“Hey,” Jason said, stepping into the room. “I was on the phone with Erin and I heard. I came right over to make sure you were okay.”
His gaze shot to Erin, who looked as upset as he’d ever seen her. Erin was never flustered, never upset, never out of sorts. She was the one sister who always had her shit together.
Today she definitely didn’t have it together. Her dark raven hair was piled high in a crown on top of her head and the pencil she’d stuck into it threatened to topple the entire shebang. Her normally sharp green eyes were clouded, as if she was on the verge of tears.
Jason wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Erin Bellini cry. Not even when he’d pushed her off the slide when they were eight years old. She’d just gotten up, brushed herself off, then calmly walked over and punched him right in the jaw.
He figured that’s when he’d first fallen in love with her.
Now she just looked sad. But damn, she still looked beautiful, and he had no right to think that.
“I’m not okay, Jason.” She walked over to him and leaned against him.
He put his arm around her and held her close. “I’m sorry, Erin.”
He’d do anything he could to take this pain away from her, including kicking the shit out of his best friend.
“Have you heard from him?” she asked.
“No. I tried calling him on my way over and his phone went right to voice mail each time.”
“Damn. Has he said anything to you?”
“About calling off the wedding? No. You know I’d have talked him out of it. What was he thinking?”
She tried to smooth her hair into place, then walked back into the living room. “I don’t know. I wish I could talk to him.”
“No. You will not ever speak to him again,” Johnny said. “I, however, have a lot to say to him.”
“Johnny, calm down,” Maureen said.
“What about his parents?” Honor asked. “Has anyone called them? Aren’t they supposed to drive in tomorrow from Dallas?”
“They are,” Erin said. “I hadn’t even thought about calling them.”
Jason pulled out his phone. “Let me do that. I’ll just step outside.”
The phone call with Owen’s dad was short, but just about as much of a punch to the gut as hearing Erin scream. When he hung up, he saw Erin standing just outside the front door.
“They know?”
He nodded. “But not for long. They just got off the phone with him about an hour ago. They’re in shock, Erin. They didn’t know anything before now, either.”
She walked forward and took a seat on the front step, cradling her arms around her knees. She lifted her gaze to his. “Did he tell them anything about why?”
He took a seat next to her. “Just that he changed his mind, he knew what he was doing was wrong and would make a lot of people unhappy, especially you, and that he flew to Aruba because he needed some distance.”
She sighed, and Jason felt the weight of her sigh as if he carried it himself. “I don’t understand any of this. Why didn’t he just talk to me?”
“I don’t know. Why didn’t he talk to me? I’m his best friend. If he had second thoughts, you’d think he’d want to sound them out with someone. It seems to me like he didn’t talk to anyone. Not you, not me, not his parents. So I don’t get it, either.”
“Yeah, none of this makes sense to me, Jason. Owen and I always talked everything out. I mean, maybe we haven’t done a lot of talking lately, but with the wedding planning, my job, his job, we’ve both been busy.” She swept a stray hair away from her face. “I thought everything was fine. He’d told me he was fine. Clearly he wasn’t. Couldn’t he have said something to me? Like, ‘Hey, Erin, I don’t want to get married’? That would have been a great start.”
Jason read the anguish on her face and he wanted to pull her close, to comfort her. But he also read the tension in her body and knew now wasn’t the time.
Damn. How could his best friend do this to . . . his other best friend?
Erin straightened. “Well, anyway, screw him. I’ve decided we’re still going ahead with the reception.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Everything is paid for and we won’t get our money back if we cancel anything. So we’re going to have one hell of a party.”
“You don’t have to do that, Erin. Everyone will understand if you want to cancel.”
“But see, that’s the thing. I don’t want to. I might not be getting married, but I’ll have the best damn non-wedding reception this town has ever seen. And I’ll expect everyone to be there. Well, not Owen’s family, of course. But everyone else should come. You’ll come, won’t you?”
If there was one thing he was sure of about Erin Bellini, it was her determination. And he could tell from the look on her face that she was determined not to spend this weekend acting like the jilted bride. But there was no way to know how this non-wedding party of hers was going to play out. So he would be by her side. He wasn’t going to be another guy who let her down.
“Hell yeah, I’m coming. And I’ll wear the damn tux, too.”
He got up and held his hand out for her.
She grinned and slipped her hand in his. “Good, because you and I, Jason? We are going to dance Saturday night.”
He was counting on it. Owen may have screwed her over, but Jason was going to make sure that Erin had the best night possible.
CHAPTER
two
WEARING HER WEDDING dress to the party was definitely out, for obvious reasons. Erin would donate it because though she would get married someday, she’d never wear that dress.
It was a stellar dress, too. It would make some bride very happy.
But it was dead to her now. So was her reception dress. Too bad, because it was a knockout, too. A pale blush-pink, chiffon, knee-length beauty with spaghetti straps, it was tight at the top and flared out at the knee. Perfect for dancing, showed off a little skin, but still—sexy as hell.
She’d bought it to romance her new husband.
Dammit.
She stared into her closet and tapped her foot. Then the sparkle of silver caught her eye and her lips lifted.
She pulled a silver metallic dress out of her closet. The dress was skimpy and short and scandalous and would show off a ton of skin.
Totally inappropriate for a wedding. Then again, this wasn’t a wedding, was it?
She’d feel decadent in it, just the kind of dress she needed tonight. She had a pair of spiky silver heels that would show off her legs. She’d wear it to drink and dance and eat and forget all about Owen.
She stared at the wedding dress hanging over the back of her closet door. For the past two days she hadn’t allowed herself any emotion, any upset over Owen’s sudden change of heart.