One Night with a Star (Second Chances Book 2) by Merry Farmer Read Free Book Online Page B

anymore,” he complained. “You’re always taking care of the baby or working or doing something for this damn wedding.”
    “The wedding is over, and so will you be if you don’t watch it,” she snapped. The pressure of so much anger and confusion was too much. She let out a breath that had serious potential to become tears and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m just overwhelmed. Go home and we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
    Neil stared long and hard at her, then turned and marched off without another word. It should have made her feel better, but instead it only felt like she’d created one more problem she didn’t have the energy to solve.
     
    Simon clenched his jaw, drawing on every bit of willpower he had not to step in and punch Neil in the face. The man had a thing or two to learn about how to treat a girlfriend. He’d have been more than willing to teach him, but Jenny had done a fair job in the end.
    “You handled that like a pro,” he complimented her.
    Body tense, frustration plain in her face, she turned to him and scowled. “Mind your own fucking business.”
    Simon’s brow flew up. A zip of lust hit him hard. She had no idea how hot she was when she had her ass-kicking boots on. She grabbed an armful of gifts from the table and stepped past him to the screen door. He would have kept on smiling and made some sort of joke, but the genuine misery in her eyes was too much for him. He loaded up with gifts and followed her inside.
    “Why are you with that wanker anyhow?” he asked, trailing up the stairs.
    “I said it was none of your business,” she said, reaching the second floor and turning left.
    “I’m not impressed with him at all.”
    “Fine. Then don’t date him.”
    She crossed into the green bedroom and deposited her load of gifts on the bureau beside the ones Simon had already put there. As she passed him on her way out, she gave him the most resentful look he’d ever gotten.
    “What was that for?” He dropped his gifts and rushed after her.
    “It’s for butting into my life when you’re not wanted.”
    “I’m not so sure about that,” he fired back.
    “What, that this is my life?”
    “No, that I’m not wanted.”
    She turned on him at the top of the stairs and leaned close to hiss, “You left me, Simon. After one night, you left. Did you ever stop to think about how that would make me feel?”
    Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed hold of the banister and swung herself around to charge downstairs.
    “As a matter of fact, yes,” he called after her. “I did think about how you would feel.”
    She didn’t stop or answer, and when she got to the bottom of the stairs, she was greeted by a friend who hugged her and said she looked beautiful and the whole thing was fabulous. Simon blew out a breath as he walked past them and continued hauling gifts upstairs. He wasn’t going to be able to get a proper conversation in with Jenny until everyone else had left the house. At least he didn’t have to go anywhere. Sand Dollar Point was his home away from home until Spence and Tasha got back from their honeymoon.
    It was a full fifteen minute before Simon so much as saw Jenny again.
    “What happened to all the gifts?” she asked, striding back onto the porch from the yard. Most of the guests were gone now, leaving only the hard-working catering staff dashing around as they cleaned up.
    “They’re all upstairs,” he said. “Come sit down.”
    “I’m not going to sit anywhere with you,” she said, stomping the rest of the way up the stairs.
    “Fine, then stand.” He shifted to lean his backside against the porch railing and to cross his arms as she stopped in front of him. “I’m not so sure I want my son around the kind of guy Neil is.”
    Jenny flinched as though he had spit at her. “How do you know what kind of a guy Neil is?”
    Simon shrugged. “Doesn’t take much.”
    “You don’t know anything,” she went on. She took a few steps toward the