him?’
‘No.’ And, strangely enough, neither do I. Yet. ‘I doubt it. I may bring him to the wedding; I haven’t decided.’
She ignored the panic that reverberated in her voice and through her body. What in hell was she doing? Inventing a man just to save face? Of all the ridiculous things she’d done, this had to be up there with the best of them. But she was damned well going to get back on that horse, or in the sack or… something. Because she couldn’t turn up at that wedding without a date and let them all think she hadn’t got over Jason. She had.
But more, worse than being betrayed, would be the pity. From the other guests. From Jason and Amy. From Vaughn Brooks. She would not give them the satisfaction of thinking she was beaten. She was a strong woman. She was capable. She was a consummate professional. She was brave.
Well, she was going to be.
She turned to Vaughn and smiled, feeling a sense of purpose for the first time in forever. She was… she was like the trees she’d walked past to get here; renewed, refreshed, ready. Well, maybe not quite ready, but she was going to find a date for that wedding. She was going to hold her head up high and show them all. She was going to go to the wedding and beget more weddings and more and more. She was going to have a successful life and support her sister and her niece and her mother and anyone else who came along. She could do it. She could.
It was time to reactivate Jenna’s Love Plan.
JENNA
F our years ago …
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[email protected] H i , Nick!
YES! I think you should definitely propose to her! She’d be an idiot to say no. Let me know every detail. Every single one!
Of course, I’m speaking through rose-tinted glasses. We had a wonderful day. Sorry you couldn’t make it, but I didn’t really expect the army to let you out just to see me get married! There are photos online if you want to take a sneaky peak. I’ll put the link in at the end of the email. It was all just perfect, apart from the rain just as we were having the photos taken, but I didn’t let that spoil it.
We had a honeymoon in Crete, which was gorgeous apart from Ollie getting food poisoning. The only time we left the resort, he got sick. Typical! We spent the rest of the holiday in bed… but then we’d spent the first part in bed too (I know, too much information! Sorry!). The weather was great; it was sunny every day, and we had a nice balcony with a lovely view, so when he was ill, I often just sat out and stared out into a deep blue sky and thought how lucky I was to be there with him.
I imagine your life is so very different out there in a war zone. I can’t imagine what it must be like.
It’s fine if you can’t write often. Really, I understand. Special ops sounds very exciting. Are you like James Bond? (Although, I hope, without the tuxedo! If you’re having to sleep in mud at times, you’d ruin it!). I’d be so scared with all those mortar attacks going on around me; I’d be just waiting for one with my name on it. I guess you can’t think like that. How do you manage? You must be on edge the whole time.
We’re just rolling into summer here too. Although a British summer is hardly as hot as where you are somewhere out there in the desert. We managed one decent sunny day last week, and the whole of London suddenly got summer fever. So many white legs and fake tan disasters! We tried to organise a barbecue for the weekend, but as always, we ended up cooking under an umbrella. This must all seem boring to you, but in your last email, you said you liked to hear about everyday things. I hope you’re not falling asleep reading this.
Anyway, I must go… I’ve got to go to the chemist and get home before Ollie… I have… Oooh, I shouldn’t tell you. No, I won’t. I can’t tell you yet. I have to tell him first.
Maybe in my next email I will have some exciting news! ;-)
Stay safe, Nick, and good luck with the proposal!
Jenna x
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