2 Unhitched by E.L. Sarnoff Read Free Book Online

than he does.
    “This is nice,” he says, after taking a sip.
    I let him savor the wine and take a few sips of mine. I gaze at his face. His gorgeous face with its strong, chiseled features and layer of golden stubble that makes him even sexier. My skin prickles, and a fire kindles in my core. Why does he still do this to me? Focus, Jane. Focus. Stay on task.
    He drains his wine. I quickly refill the goblet.
    His leans back in his chair and kicks up his long muscular legs on his desk. He’s loosening up. And so have I. I’ve finally worked up the courage to ask him about the letter. Take it slowly. Very slowly.
    “So, darling… by any chance, do you know someone named… Aurora?”
    That dazzling smile spreads across his face, rendering me, damn him, breathless. “I adore her. She’s an amazing woman.”
    I choke on my wine. He knows her! Adores her!! Beds her!!! No, Jane, stop it! Don’t jump to conclusions. Keep your cool. Prove it!
    I take a deep breath and steady my voice. “So how do you know her?” Good. I didn’t sound too suspicious. Or desperate.
    “We’ve been meeting.”
    I almost spit out a mouthful of wine. I force myself to swallow.
    “Where?” My stomach is sinking with dread.
    “At her new place.”
    Oh my God! That proves she did split up with Prince Phillip. And now, she’s doing it with Gallant at her new bachelorette pad. Rage rushes through my bloodstream. My lips part. The words are about to fly out. Did you sleep with her? Just at that moment, Cinderella and Charming breeze in through the front door. Three fashionably hours late. Their timing couldn’t be worse.

    We help ourselves to the now cold dinner that’s laid out buffet-style in the kitchen and bring our plates back to the dining room. There’s little on my plate. I’ve totally lost my appetite. My stomach feels like a punching bag, and a painful lump in my throat makes it impossible for me to swallow. I was not at all prepared for Gallant’s confession. Not one bit.
    I can hardly look at him. On his fourth goblet of wine, he’s seated opposite me, talking nonsense to Charming who’s pretty smashed himself. It’s hard to tell them apart, now that Charming has let his hair grow longer. They’re arguing about whose toy soldier collection is bigger. Please! Just kill me now.
    Still registering the shock of Gallant’s confession, I am so not in the mood for Cinderella’s chitchat. She hasn’t stopped babbling since she arrived. I can’t focus on a thing she’s saying. All I can think about is Aurora. How could Gallant have…
    “Jane, I want you to take a look at these.” Cinderella reaches into her dainty beaded purse that perfectly matches her pearly blue gown and shawl.
    Oh no, here we go again. Paint chips for the baby’s room. The child isn’t even due for two months, and she’s already decorated the nursery five times. And, did I mention that it’s not even built yet?
    In addition to her time management problem, my annoying sister-in-law has a hard time making decisions. I think one issue just feeds the other. The Seven Dwarfs, the kingdom’s top construction company, labored 24-7 rebuilding her palace after her evil stepsister Sasperilla, now serving a life-term behind bars, set it on fire. She played eeny-meeny-miny-moe with every stone and then couldn’t decide if she liked brick better than stone. She’s been obsessed with the new nursery wing. You can’t imagine how many times the Dwarfs have had to knock it down and rebuild it from scratch because she’s not 100% positive that it’s right. Poor Grumpster had a nervous breakdown and is on disability leave. I don’t know how Charming puts up with her. But like I said, they seem perfectly suited for one and other. Unlike Gallant and me.
    “Well, Jane, which one should I go for?” Cinderella displays three shades of yellow that I truthfully can’t tell apart. I’m not big on yellow in the first place. And honestly, how does she expect me to