gazes catch. He doesn’t look pleased to see me.
“Hi,” I say breathlessly when I’m close enough that he can hear me.
“Hey.” He averts his gaze, staring off into the distance.
My chest hurts. My stomach roils. What in the world went wrong in the past couple of hours that now he barely wants to look at me?
“Are you okay?”
A laugh escapes him, though it completely lacks humor. “No.” His stormy gaze returns to mine. “I’m not okay. I’m actually pretty fuckin’ pissed off, but I’m trying to remain composed since we’re at a goddamn wedding.”
I rear back. I’ve never heard him sound so angry before.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Maybe I had nothing to do with his mood after all. I reach for him, resting my hand on his forearm. He looks so handsome in his tux. It fits him perfectly, and his hair appears freshly trimmed, though it’s still a little too long on top, so it flops adorably across his forehead. His eyes are full of angry heat, though, and they practically blast right through me when he stares at me for a second too long.
“Talked to Alex Wilder,” he says, his voice tight. “Your boss. He told me something interesting. About you.”
Oh. Oh no. I can feel all the color drain from my face and I swear my body sways, like I might faint. “What did he say?” I whisper.
“You know what he said,” he growls, setting his empty glass on a nearby table before he grabs my arm and escorts me straight out of the tent. Oh, he’s so angry. His body practically vibrates from the force of his emotions, and I have no one to blame for his reaction but myself. I did this to him. I kept something huge from him for a little too long, and now he thinks I did it on purpose. I’m a liar. I’m no better than Jessica, the woman who broke his heart.
My heart wants to break too, but I have to convince him that was never my intent. Will he believe me?
Theo leads me over to the farthest side of the tent, the one closest to the ocean, which I can hear crashing in the distance. No one is around. There are some hotel employees nearby who are currently taking down the chairs from the wedding ceremony, but otherwise we’re alone.
“Which job are you going to take?” he asks when he turns to face me.
I stare up into his beloved face, knowing he probably won’t believe me, but I say it anyway. “Neither of them.”
He scoffs. “Bullshit. I’m sure London is very appealing. That’s the one Alex believes you’ll accept, by the way.”
“If I chose Vegas, that means I can live near Eleanor,” I tell him softly. That was probably the wrong thing to say.
“Jesus, Kels.” He thrusts both his hands in his hair, glaring at me. “You got two job offers and you never told me! You never mentioned the interviews, none of it. What was your plan? To tell me goodbye once you made your decision?” He drops his arms at his sides, his expression forlorn. Fury mixed with a healthy dose of sadness.
“I was going to tell you. It just—never seemed to be the right time.” My words are weak. And there’s so much hurt etched into his handsome features, I can barely look at him. “I found out about the open positions, and then other things happened and I never got around to mentioning it to you. At one point, I didn’t believe either of them would offer me a position, so I figured I wouldn’t say anything unless I heard back.”
“When did you find out?” he asks.
“Friday. Alex told me Friday. But then I got sick and…” My voice drifts. I can’t tell him how I think I might be pregnant. That is the last thing he’ll want to hear right now. It’ll probably only make him madder. “I was going to tell you that night, but then you said you loved me and—”
“That would’ve been the perfect time to tell me, Kelsey,” he stresses. “Yet you didn’t. Almost like you wanted to keep it to yourself. That’s—fucked up.”
“I was going to tell you! Tonight!” I reach for him, but he jerks away from my touch. “I swear, Theo. It all happened so fast. Alex told me about the job offers, and that I should take the weekend to think about them. And it hit me at the rehearsal dinner when I was sitting