Love Like Her (Against All Odds #3) - Claudia Y. Burgoa Page 0,56

for me. And here, in the same room, I have exhibit A and exhibit B.

Liv stopped talking to me. Since I was in Costa Rica, there wasn’t much I could do until I came back home. Instead of flying to Denver, I took a detour to Boston. She doesn’t live there anymore. I knew she was thinking about moving, but she never told me where.

Of all the places in the world, she’s here—in my backyard.

Seeing that whatever we never had was over, I called Misty. I finally decided to stop listening to my sisters and do something with our future. She couldn’t do lunch with me but agreed to grab a cup of coffee after her meeting. I’m still wondering why she asked me to be a part of this freaking meeting—pretending to be her fiancé. Or what was I thinking when I accepted? It’s probably because she just asked me to do it when we stepped into the elevator.

This is so fucked up. Faking in front of Olivia doesn’t feel comfortable, it feels wrong. Not that she cares. She has been ignoring me for months. She couldn’t even remember my fucking name.

If I had to choose between them, I… I don’t want to be in that position. Liv is… special.

But Misty is the woman you should spend the rest of your life with, idiot. You’re trying to fix the oversights from your past.

For all you know, Olivia might be with someone. I glance at her finger. I relax when I don’t see a ring on her hand. Who knows, maybe she found the man of her dreams and that’s why she stopped talking to me. That’s why she’s here. She moved for him and not for me.

Life sucks, love sucks, and I’m fucking doomed.

When Callie died, Misty and her fiancé had broken up too. That could’ve been a great time to swoop in. It wasn’t. Those were some of the darkest days of my life. Liv was the one who made things less grim when I needed it the most. I couldn’t think of being with anyone but Liv.

She wouldn’t come with me, but she did for someone else.

My love life is a fucking joke. I’m tempted to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a nightmare. Because fuck, look at where I stand. I’m between the woman who makes certain moments brilliant or less dreadful and the one who has been by my side a third of my life. This isn’t a love triangle. It’s me having another fucking moment of realization that relationships never work for me.

Why are we even here?

The whole, just go along with me sounded great up until Olivia crossed the threshold. I don’t want to lie to her. I’m terrible at lying. Though, since when did she become a wedding planner? And how the fuck did she forget my name? I remember her clearly screaming it the last time we were together. This would be a good time to drag her into another room and remind her who I am.

Damn it. Why am I so worked up about this?

“It’s good to see you, Olivia,” I say casually, because the last thing I want is for Misty to know about our strange relationship.

She smiles and nods. “What can our company do for you?”

I frown. Seriously, she doesn’t know me?

“Well, we’re getting married.” Misty wiggles her big ass diamond in Olivia’s face.

She’s the last person that would be impressed by that rock. She’d actually say something like, “Do you know how many people you could feed with that?”

Liv gives me a disapproving glare.

“I’d love to have a big wedding,” Misty continues. “We’re looking for just the right event planning company.”

“Well, we plan events. You came to the right place,” Olivia answers. The snark in her words is too light for Misty to notice, but I know it well.

“We want a January wedding. My mother thinks I should give her at least eighteen months.”

Olivia’s eyes stare at the ceiling while her fingers touch her thumb one by one. Then she looks at us and smiles. “January is a slow month for weddings. I’m sure we can make it happen. Is there a theme you’re looking for? Winter Wonderland, New Year—”

“It’s a wedding,” Misty snaps at her.

Olivia waves her hand. “I’m wondering about the colors, flowers, and general decorations. Though, in countries like Canada, we have weddings with themes. In any case, we integrate your favorite flowers, colors, or something significant for the two of you. Maybe