He groaned again into his pillow. So, so fucked.
•●•
Jenna awoke to an incessant buzzing sound that wouldn’t stop. She pulled her pillow over her head and tried to block out the noise.
It didn’t work.
She flipped onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Phone. The idea registered slowly. Wedding. Shit. Jenna scrambled out of bed and then paused when her feet hit the ground. Her entire body ached. She groaned as she took a step toward the bathroom. When she stopped in front of the mirror, she was shocked.
She looked…awful. “Just fucked” wasn’t a good look on her. Judging by the dim light coming in the window, it was early. She’d slept hard with no memory of moving since… Her eyes shot open wider. Mason had tucked her into bed and left her there—totally not fucked.
Tousled hair and sleepy eyes weren’t on the menu for the day.
Jenna flipped on the shower and padded toward the living room totally naked to grab her purse and retrieve her phone.
She smiled when she saw the missed call from Katy and hit redial.
“You’re up,” Katy declared as though this were the greatest thing she’d ever learned.
“Apparently.”
“Well, get over here. I can’t do anything without you. I’m wandering around picking things up and setting them back down at random. My mind won’t work.”
Jenna laughed. “I’m on it. Mocha latte?”
“Yum. You’re the best. See you soon.” Katy hung up.
Jenna jumped in the shower and was dressed and ready to go within fifteen minutes. She didn’t need to do her hair or makeup this early. They had appointments for everything throughout the day.
She grabbed the hanging bag with her dress in it, the box with her shoes, and her makeup kit and was on the road before she could deliberate over what had happened last night in her kitchen.
In fact, she avoided that room altogether. She’d pick up muffins with their coffee. There was no rule that said breakfast had to come from anywhere near that island in the kitchen. Just glancing at it made her flinch.
How had Mason managed to totally debase her in her own home without taking off his shirt? Ugh.
A half hour later, Jenna precariously balanced everything in her arms, using her chin to support the coffee as she stepped up to the front door of the house Katy had lived in with Rafe for five months. Rafe wouldn’t be there. He’d stayed with one of the groomsmen last night to support Katy’s sense of tradition.
The door flung open, and Katy beamed at Jenna before she could reach for the knocker. Good thing too, since Jenna couldn’t quite picture with what part of her body she was going to knock. “You’re here.”
Apparently. The woman was overly chipper. It was her wedding day, however, so she deserved to smile broad and giggle a lot. Jenna needed about another hour and this steaming cup of coffee before she could catch up. Mornings were not her friend.
As soon as she set everything down on the kitchen table, hooking the dress bag over a chair, she turned toward Katy and smiled. “So what’s first? After the coffee I mean.”
Katy ran off a list of the morning’s exciting lineup. Nails, hair, makeup, flowers. “What time do you have to be at Ribbons and Bows?”
“My employees will handle most of it, so I can be with you. But I’ll need to stop by later this morning and make sure they have everything under control. And I’ll pop into the church when they’re setting up to supervise.” Jenna’s hand shook as she reached for her coffee. She was yammering about flowers, but her mind was fixated on one thing—Mason.
Katy narrowed her gaze at Jenna and stepped closer. “Oh. My. God.” She circled Jenna, her gaze roving up and down Jenna’s body.
Jenna glanced down and smoothed her T-shirt over her favorite comfy jeans. It wasn’t like they needed to be dressed to the nines this morning. What was the matter? “What?”
“You totally fucked him, didn’t you?” Katy put her hands on her hips and lifted her gaze to Jenna’s. “You did. I can’t believe it.”
Jenna shook her head in denial, but her face heated to explosive territory.
“Don’t try to deny it. It’s written all over your face, and you haven’t made eye contact with me since you entered the house.”
Jenna did so now. She landed her gaze directly on Katy’s and tried not to squirm under her best friend’s scrutiny. How had she ever thought to get away with so much as touching that man?
“Why? I told you to keep your hands to yourself. Mason isn’t your type. He’s going to hurt you.” She shook her head in disappointment.
“I didn’t—”