And I was glad Jax wasn’t here. After what he’d said to me in the hallway, I was worried he was falling back into our old ways, into caring about me more than he should considering I was marrying his brother in just a few months.
I needed to talk to Isach alone and find out if there was anyone in his coven who matched the description of the girl I’d seen. If not, then she had to be part of Ivy’s coven. Those were the only two possibilities, because I absolutely refused to even think that there might be yet another threat coming after me or the people I loved.
“Chloe?” Abby’s sharp tone cut through my thoughts.
“Huh?”
Abby sighed. “I talked to Mom, told her we still had a lot of wedding plans to go over, so she agreed to let us spend the weekend at Whitney’s.”
“Cool.”
Spending the weekend at Whitney’s actually meant spending the weekend with Trent, and I’d never say no to that. Of course, that was providing he’d be home, too, and not out with his brothers.
I leaned over and placed my mouth near Trent’s ear. “Looks like we’ll get to practice making a baby after all.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and soothing. “You’re officially my favorite soon-to-be cousin-in-law,” Trent said to Abby.
But his gaze kept shifting back to me, his eyes bordering on dark. He pressed his lips to my temple in a firm, lingering kiss. What was up with him today?
Abby rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her face. “We really do need to make wedding plans, so you’re going to have to let her out of your sight for a little while.”
Trent stiffened. I patted his leg, and he relaxed. A little.
“And we have to go shopping for the stuff for the centerpieces,” Ellie added.
“I have the list of stuff we still need to do at home,” Whitney said. “We’re going to check off as many as we can this weekend. Time’s running out.”
I was so grateful for my friends for so many reasons, and most of all, right now, it was because without them, my wedding would be a total bust. I had no idea what I was doing, but they kept me on track. They were awesome like that. I still needed to find another bridesmaid, though.
My mind kept wandering back to Karina. She really was the perfect choice, and every night Trent was with Colt, she and I—the official “Abandoned Girlfriend Gang”—would hang out and talk. I’d gotten to know her a lot better, so asking her now wouldn’t be too weird. I hoped.
“Have you bothered to do anything on the list I gave you?” Whitney pinned Trent with an accusatory glare.
“You gave him a list?” I asked, glancing between the two of them.
“Yes, she gave me a very long list.” His tone was filled with fake annoyance. “And for your information, I have done a few things.”
Whitney smiled with satisfaction. “Good. This is your wedding, too, so it’s only fair you do your share.”
“What’s on this list?” I asked, amused.
“Nothing you need to be worried about.” He placed another lingering kiss to my temple, and then pulled me closer until his lips brushed across mine.
“You know I’ll just get Whitney to tell me later, right?” I said, slightly breathless from his kiss.
The bell rang, and I groaned. Only two more classes and then I had to report to Mr. Gordon’s room for detention, and this time, Trent wouldn’t be showing up to share in my punishment. That was going to suck.
Trent laced our fingers, and we walked to my locker. “She said it was my job to plan the honeymoon,” he said.
“Seriously?”
He nodded. “Yes, and I’m working on it, but you can’t ask me any questions, okay?”
I laughed. “Right, because I’m so good at that.”
Smiling, he gave me a slow, deep kiss, and then he walked me toward my next class, but he didn’t release me. Instead, he pulled me closer, wrapping me in his arms.
“What’s up with you today?” I asked.
He tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
“You’re a lot more affectionate than usual,” I said, staring into his eyes. “You haven’t stopped looking at me or touching me or kissing me since you walked into the cafeteria.”
“Is that a bad thing?” he asked.
“No,” I said with a teasing smile, loving how no matter what we said, neither of us could stop answering a question with another question.
He sighed. “I always want to be looking at you and kissing you and touching you,” he said. “Guess I’m just having a harder time controlling myself today.”
He grinned, and my heart fluttered. “For the record, I’m not complaining,” I said.
“Yeah? Because it sounded like you were complaining,” he teased.
“Never,” I said dramatically and rose up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss.
He met my lips, his mouth demanding and hungry. “You’d better get to class before I convince you to skip the rest of the afternoon.”
Now that was a tempting idea. I hadn’t been able to spend the night with him since last weekend. Aunt Beth had become even stricter about letting me and Abby out of the house during the week, so I was now limited to weekends-only with Trent. Which really wasn’t fair considering we were engaged now, and I was an adult.
Still, I didn’t want to cause trouble with Aunt Beth and Uncle Dean, nor did I want to seem ungrateful for all they’d done for me. So, I silently but begrudgingly followed their rules.
“See you after class,” Trent said and reluctantly released me.
I waved to him over my shoulder as I walked
