Jenna Valentino thought she had found her forever after.
Life was good. A husband she loved, a daughter she adored, a dream job and a beautiful home. But nothing could prepare her for the bittersweet taste of betrayal, shattering the illusion.
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~ ~ Gabriele ~ ~
"I might have to wait. I'll never give up. I guess it's half timing and the other half's luck. Hmmm. Wherever you are, whenever it's right. You'll come out of nowhere and into my life..."
"What the fuck are you singing, Gabe?" laughed Jake coming around to the side of the bar.
I shook my head. My usual response, I flipped him off. "Thought you were working at the bike shop?"
"Nah, got done what I needed, thought I'd head over and see what you're up to. And I know you miss me when you haven't had the pleasure of my company for a few days. So, what's got you in a good mood?" He grabbed himself a beer from the cooler. "Want one?"
"Nah, I'm good."
"So?" he waved the bottle in my face, flicking the bottle cap. "Shit, don't tell me you're back with Al? She tipped up here the other night. Ashley said she picked up some random guy, obviously hoping word would get back to you. Crazy that one!"
"What? Nah. And good luck to the poor schmuck." Al and her games were far from my thoughts.
"Phew, thank Christ for that. So spill it! Because singing Michael Bublé at approx." He looked at his watch. "Five in the afternoon. You're either high or you just got laid, please tell me it's the latter."
I couldn't hide the smirk on my face, ignoring his dumb remark. "You remember when you pointed out the dark-haired server at Justin's engagement party?"
"Ah, yeah, the one with nice curvy ass and huge..." he gestured with his hands, obviously showing huge breasts.
Idiot! Jesus, sometimes you wouldn't think Jake was touching thirty-two. His mental age —that was up for debate. "Hey, what are you, man... twelve?" He laughed off the insult. It took a lot to get a rise out of Jake—sensitive as a brick.
"Okay, don't tell me you hit that up whilst you were with the blonde, May or June something–you dog." A look of pride washed across his face.
"August."
"What?"
"Her name's August, the woman I was with at Justin's party."
"Right, yeah, August."
"And no, I didn't hit her up. If you wanna know—that's Jenna."
"What the Jenna? As in shit-heads Jenna?"
"Yes, the Jenna, but no longer tied to shit-head."
"Well, spank me. I'll give you this—she's something, man." His brow furrowed. "What's her deal—Is she crazy or what?"
"What?" Not having a clue how he'd come to that conclusion "Care to explain?" Raising a questioning brow.
"Truth?" He tipped his bottle in my direction as I gave him a look. "To marry your brother, you would need to have something seriously wrong with you...and seeing as she's smokin' with a damn fine rack, then I gotta assume she's crazy." He shrugged a shoulder.
