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“I know, and I’m sorry to do this to you today, but there’s no point in me staying.”
“Why?”
I turn back to my bag, putting the last few items inside. “I told you. We’re just not going to work.”
His hands push through his hair. “That’s not a reason, Remi.”
“It is.” I zip my suitcase shut and slide it to the ground, lifting the handle. A car honks outside, and I spin on my heels. “That’s my Uber. I need to go or else I’ll miss my flight.”
“When did you book a flight?”
“This afternoon,” I say, tugging my suitcase out of the room.
Matt follows me down the hall. “So, that’s it? We’ve been together for two years, and that’s all the explanation I get? You don’t even have the courtesy to wait until we’re back home in Houston to do this?”
I lift my bag, carrying it down the stairs. I hate how this is going. I didn’t know it would be so hard, but if I stay, Matt will convince me that I’m wrong. Years will be wasted off of both of our lives until he finally realizes the same thing I realized today. I’m not good enough for him and his fairytale future.
“I’ll mail your things to you,” I say as I take the last few steps down the stairs into the entryway.
“You’ll mail my things to me?” His hands go out to his sides. “What’s even happening right now?”
The car outside honks again.
“Who’s that honking?” Paul asks as he comes around the corner from the kitchen.
“It’s for me.”
He looks at my luggage and then at Matt. “Is everything okay?”
Matt rubs his face, not bothering to answer his dad.
“Thank you for your hospitality,” I say. “I’m very sorry for your loss.” I open the front door, but Matt slams it back shut, holding it there with the palm of his hand.
“Don’t go.”
My gaze moves to him. His eyes are bloodshot from the lack of sleep since he found out his mother wasn’t going to make it. The shades of brown are glossed over with tears, causing my own eyes to well up.
“Please don’t go. Let’s talk about this,” he pleads. “Let me fix whatever I’ve done.”
“Let me go, Matt.” I bite the edge of my lip, trying to hold myself together. My Uber honks again, adding to the anxiety of the moment. “I can’t change my mind.”
He stands there, stunned, sweeping his eyes over my face, then he moves his hand, letting me go.
CHAPTER 32
MATT
“It’s time, boys!” Reece says to me, Dalton, and Peter.
Dalton shakes his hand. “You’re joining my ranks, becoming a married man.”
Reece throws his arm around my shoulder. “Now, we just need to get Matt and Peter in our club.”
Peter wags his eyebrows. “Judging by the way Matt’s lips were all over Remi last night, I don’t think he’s far off.”
I smile, hoping that’s true.
The hotel wedding coordinator nods at Reece, directing him to the wooden arch on the beach. Reece’s parents, Jana’s mom, and her brother take their seats on benches, and the priest lines up next to Reece. A soft violin begins playing. Maggie walks down the wood steps first. She’s wearing a mint-green halter dress that is long and flowy. Peter sticks out his elbow, escorting her down the aisle. Sarah appears next, looping her arm through Dalton’s.