His erection died a sudden, effective death. Her confession slapped him clean across the face.
Josh stumbled back. “Married?”
No way. No fucking way.
What was he then? Some last minute entertainment before the big day? The last hurrah? A quick spin to tie up any childhood loose ends?
Sienna’s face creased with sorrow.
“You’re getting married, and you’re here? Doing this? With me?” Irrational fury surged through him.
Tears pooled in her eyes. She shook her head. “No. I’m not.”
Josh glared, his thoughts reeling. “Jesus, Sienna, what the fuck kind of a game are you playing with me?”
“No game. I’m not getting married.” Her voice trembled.
“You said—”
“You told me to say something.”
He smacked his fist into his forehead. Christ, he had. He’d practically yelled at her. “So…so you’re not getting married.”
A tear spilled over onto her cheek. “No.” She shook her head. “Not anymore.”
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