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Piecing Together Sydney (A Sydney West Novel Book 3)
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I could only guess what those two were about to do.
    “Let’s take a shower.” Jason stood up and offered me his hand.
    “All right.” So much for the topic of fathers.
    Jason shelved my photo album on the bookcase and undressed me in the bathroom. As the water poured down on us we kissed, and the cool wall pressed into my back. Jason’s hand slid down my moist skin, finding my sweet spot.
    My mind blanked and my eyes rolled back into my head. “Holy fuck,” I murmured.
    He kissed me like it was urgent, as if he’d never see me again. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he entered me. All his built up frustration was pounded into me, making my folds open for Jason as he went deeper and deeper. If it wasn’t for his arm around my waist and the other lost in my hair I would’ve slid down the wall and disappeared through the drain in a pool of mush.
    When we finished, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. Jason wanted to shave, so I left him to it as he prepared the sink. There was a light blue sticky note on the bedroom door. I tilted my head. Hearing Amelia and Hunter’s bed springs, I knew they were getting it on, but why leave me a note first?
    I grabbed it and read.
    We’re wedding planning  tomorrow! I’m waking you up at 9.
    -A
    “Damn, I hate when she wakes me up. She’s like a drill sergeant.”
    A nervous pit twisted in my stomach. Wedding planning. God help me.

Chapter Four
    At nine on the dot, Amelia pounded on the door and let herself in. She walked to my side of the bed and nudged it with her legs, making it shake. “Get up, sleepyhead. It’s time to plan your wedding!”
    I moaned, rolling over. “Can’t I—”
    She ripped the blanket off of Jason and me. “Nope.”
    Jason sat up and reached for the blanket. “Why am I being punished?”
    “You don’t get to sleep if I don’t.” I elbowed him in the ribs. “Get up.”
    He grabbed his pillow and buried his head under it. “Can’t make me.”
    I rolled my eyes. “You’re such a child.”
    Amelia snickered. “Just wait until you have kids of your own.” She grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the warm sheets. “Now come on. I have a tasting lined up and we’re looking for flowers. I wanted to do dresses later, but your mom wants to be here for that.”
    My head spun. Flowers? Tastings? Dresses? Children! This was too much for me. All I wanted was to curl into Jason’s chest and sleep forevermore. Why did that have to involve so much work?
    Despite what I wanted to do, I left my bed and went into the bathroom to piece myself together. I ran a brush through my long, dirty blonde hair, but didn’t bother to tame the crazy waves. I didn’t like my wavy hair, but my mom always insisted it was pretty. I was going to believe her today; besides, I wasn’t sure how to look for
    tastings and flowers anyways. I mean, I was the bride, but did I always have to be perfect? After slapping on some foundation, a bit of blush and a touch of eye shadow, I was done with makeup. Jason sat on the foot of the bed with his hair pointing in all directions as he put on his shoes.
    “She finally got you up.”
    He gave me a mean look. “Your best friend pushed me out of bed.”
    I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing. “Oh? I didn’t hear any thud.”
    Jason ran his hands through his hair and looked over at the closed door. “Okay, she almost pushed me out of bed. I was on the edge and finally gave in and got up.”
    “She does that.” I sat next to him, kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry, but we’re tasting cakes, so that’s good, right?”
    “I guess so.”
    A knock came from the door. “Are you two dressed and ready?”
    Jason moaned. I kissed him again and shouted back to Amelia, “Yes, we’re ready.”
    My best friend was born a wedding planner. She had the planners, the folders, everything. Jason and I dragged our bodies down the stairs to a super happy Amelia. She wore a sundress, but to us she was a dragon wearing

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