Chapter 3- 'I only need 8 fingers'

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Reagan POV

"I don't understand. What are you doing here?"

I didn't miss when Josh inched closer and closer to me. But, to his disappointment, every time he took a step forward, I took one back. Whatever he wanted, I wasn't falling for.

"I'm the customer that your boss was telling you about before you took off running."

"He's right", Sam said walking up behind Josh, "I told you he was somewhat of a former customer. Technically, he wasn't because you ran his brother off. But, here he is."

"Why are you here?" I never took my eyes off of Josh.

His smirk was wide on his face, and I felt extremely uncomfortable. What is he trying to do? Read me yet again?

"I'm getting married. Duh", he rolled his eyes.

I couldn't help but breathe out a sigh of relief. If he was getting married, that meant he was happy, and he would gladly leave me alone. I visibly relaxed and turned my body towards him.

"Yes", Sam said, looking between Josh and me, "He's getting married. And, he's paying us a lot to make his wedding perfect. So, whatever little weird relationship you two have, put it aside for the next 6 months."

"We don't have a re-."

"I don't care!"

Sam walked away leaving Josh and me alone to my utter disappointment. He kept smiling at me, and if I wasn't positive that Sam would lose him as a customer, I would've kicked him in a place that I usually treat very nicely. Well, for Louis at least.

"So..."

"So, I should be-."

"It's been a while, Reagan", he stopped me, "4 years to be exact."

"Yep."

"You look good."

"That's...nice. Thank you, Josh."

"No problem. At least this time that I see you you're not yelling at my brother's fiancée."

"Are they still together?" I asked.

I tried not to smile, but it was hard. I remember what I said to that girl, and although I feel badly about it now, it was still funny. With any luck, I broke them up.

"No", he smiled with me, "They broke up a couple of days later. She told him that she could do better. They haven't seen each other since."

Wow. My advice hit that close to home? Oh well. They'll thank me someday.

"Well, that's...unfortunate. I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, you're not."

I raised an eyebrow at him, and he just stared back at me.

"Excuse me?"

"You're not sorry. You probably think that you did them some kind of favor."

WHAT? Did I say that out loud? How can he read me so well? 4 years ago and today. Nothing has changed.

"No, I don't", I lied.

"Yes, you do. You're rubbish at lying."

I've been here for too long. Louis is still waiting.

"I need to-."

"My brother got married a year ago to someone new. They're expecting a little girl in June", he interrupted me.

"Okay?"

Why is he telling me this? I honestly couldn't care less.

"If you're wondering why I'm still talking to you, it's because I'm trying to keep you from wherever you're trying to rush off to."

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