“I was in the shower and you didn’t tell me you were coming over.” I narrow my eyes and close the door behind her as she makes her way into the kitchen. “Pour me a glass, I’m going to go put on a bra and some underwear,” I say as I run up the stairs. I pull on a pair of white panties and a matching strapless lace bra before pulling my hair out of the towel. I plan to let it air dry a little before diffusing it to give my hair some natural beach waves so I part my hair and let it fall around my shoulders.

My hair is longer than the last time he saw me. I wonder if he’ll notice. The wayward thought sneaks into my head and I shake it, trying my best to rid it from my brain.

No. I let out a breath. Whitney, no. Get this out of your head. You’re with Parker. You’re happy. He’s kind and sweet and takes care of you. He fixed what Jacob broke. You cannot do this.

Do not let “The Notebook” romanticize it. Allie was still a cheater and her fiancé deserved better.

“I thought you might need a little liquid courage for this.” Chloe hands me the champagne flute full of bubbles and I resist the urge to down it all in one gulp knowing that if I’m drunk when I get to my parents’ house, it will make this situation worse. “Did you honestly think you were going to be able to avoid JP forever?”

“Jacob,” I respond without thinking. I was the only person that called him JP and I used to be very territorial about that nickname. Evidently, I still am.

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, I forgot that’s your special name but you know what I’m saying, Whit. You knew this was inevitable. You’re getting married and he’s your parent’s best friend.”

I shut my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “I know, and I did expect it. I guess I wasn’t expecting it this soon and while Parker was out of town.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me and gives me a wicked grin. “Are you worried something might… like happen between you two?”

My eyes widen. “No!” I shriek.

“Okay ow.” She winces. “And liar.” She blinks her eyes several times before sitting her drink down on my nightstand and hopping on my bed.

“He broke up with me.”

“Two years ago, and he hasn’t seen you since. Maybe he’s been having regrets this whole time and now he’s back to fix that mistake.” She smirks.

“What does that even mean, Chloe?” I ask her as I come out of the walk-in closet in the white lace backless jumpsuit that I’d bought among a million other white pieces of clothing when Parker and I got engaged. “Also, you’re not helping.”

“It means that maybe you’re so worried that with Parker not being here you run the risk of you and Daddy JP falling back into old patterns.” She refills her glass and tops mine off too. “That Jacob will take one look at you and rip that jumpsuit off of you before you even have a chance to blink. That he’ll drop to his knees and confess that these past three years have been miserable AF and he misses you and loves you and to hell with Aunt Michelle and Uncle Kev; he’ll be damned if you marry another man that isn’t him,” she says dramatically, placing a hand across her heart and then over her forehead.