BROOKE.

I went to the hotel the next night.

I told myself I wouldn’t. I told myself I would stay home, finish the place cards, practice my vows in the mirror until the words stopped tasting like ash. Instead I waited until Daniel left for his bachelor dinner, put on a dress that was too short and no panties, and took an Uber to the hotel downtown with my pulse hammering between my legs.

Room 1408 was unlocked, exactly as promised.

Nolan was waiting in the chair by the window, sleeves rolled, a glass of whiskey in his hand like he’d known I would come. He didn’t smile when I...