FIFTEEN

FIFTEEN

He was inviting her to his wedding? The fucking bastard, Jackson thought as his eyes remained on Amelia’s face.

She looked like she was about to cry and was desperately trying to rein in her emotions because she was in front of him. If only she knew that he wanted her to be expressive with him just as she had been when they had first met…when he had first realized that she was exactly what he wanted.

“You do not intend to go, I presume” he said, matter of fact.

The smile trembled on her face as she raised both eyebrows

“I have to not because I want to go but because I would not hear the end of it from both our parents if I do not show up and by now they must be preparing to bombard me with phone calls and…”

As if on cue, her phone rang interrupting her next statement.

She waved it in front of her with an ‘I told you’ smirk on her face before she answered

“Hello mother” she muttered, rolling her eyes at Jackson while he chuckled

“Yes… I have heard about his impending nuptials a