Unforgettable

Copyright © 2023 by Grace Turner All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover Art: Mayhem Cover Creations CONTENTS Content Note Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Epilogue Acknowledgments Also By Grace Turner About the Author I honestly think Halestorm said it best: “Two is better than one, three is better than two” Do Not Disturb, Halestorm CONTENT NOTE This book is intended for adults and contains sexual situations. This book also contains some violence and drug-related content. Otherwise, it’s mostly really entertaining, steamy good times. I also recommend first reading book one, Unexpected, if you haven’t already. Not only because I think you will enjoy it, but also because there will be spoilers. But you do you! ONE Amanda Apparently, dealing with stupidity was something akin to a superpower. Before the rehearsal dinner began, my best friend, Hazel, her sister, and her mom all praised my ability to deal with Hazel’s wedding planner, which renewed my determination to bear with her relentless questions and ridiculous tasks. If it was such a superpower, I at least deserved a fucking cape. I reminded myself, as I recounted the printed menus for the umpteenth time, that Hazel’s happiness—well, and Luke’s—was most important. As long as their wedding went off without a hitch, then I could stand Bridget and her madness. “I swear I counted one hundred and sixty-five. How many did you get this time? There should be one hundred and eighty,” she asked, then laid the sixth stack of thirty navy-blue menus down on the table. Hazel had designed them herself—navy-blue cardstock with gold calligraphy that listed the dinner options. They were beautiful, but I was sick of counting them. “Actually, Bridget, they’ve multiplied. There are now two hundred of them. They’re like gremlins, but instead of eating after midnight making them multiply, they multiply every time I touch them.” Bridget whipped her head toward me. Her perfectly styled and colored deep-brown hair flung over her shoulder, and her brows furrowed in the center as her mouth gaped. “That’s not even possible. You’re kidding, right?” I shrugged, straightened the stacks of menus for the last damn time, and brushed past her. “I thought a stupid question deserved a stupid answer. Now, I’m getting a drink and enjoying the party,” I said, my sharp tongue getting the better of me, but I could see the finish line, and my patience with the wedding planner was completely gone. So much for dealing with stupid. I’d still work with her to ensure the wedding day went flawlessly, as was my job as maid of honor, but I couldn’t continue to hold my tongue. I stepped out of the storage room and into the rehearsal space that was crowded with Hazel and Luke’s closest friends and family. The actual dinner portion of the rehearsal was over, but the party had only just begun. We hadn’t found it necessary to hire a DJ for both the rehearsal dinner and the wedding day, so I’d curated a playlist for the dinner. The music played at a decent volume on the speakers positioned throughout the space. My phone was plugged into the main sound system behind the bar, and I squeezed past one of the bartenders to check the playlist. There were still plenty of songs that hadn’t yet played, so I set my phone back on the shelf. “Could I have a double gin and tonic, please? With two limes,” I asked one of the bartenders, not even attempting to go around the bar like all the other guests. The maid of honor should get at least a few perks anyway. While the bartender pulled the gin from below the counter, I spotted Hazel beelining for me. Her ethereal white dress flowed behind her and fluttered around her shoeless feet. She was a glowing bride, and I don’t think the smile on her face had fallen for even a minute in the past few days. Delilah, her sister and matron of honor, and I had done our best to make sure there wasn’t a reason for Hazel to be unhappy. “I think it’s going well, right? And this music is perfect, Amanda. Everything is amazing,” Hazel said as she pressed up to the bar. “Everything’s perfect. We still have a little over an hour and a half until we officially have to get the hell out, so mingle and dance and drink and whatever else you wanna do,” I instructed. She bounced lightly on her feet and leaned over the bar top, gripped my face, and kissed my cheek. “You, too!” she shouted over the music. “You’ve done enough work, so it’s time to enjoy it.” I didn’t argue because arguing with the bride was explicitly off-limits the day before her wedding. So, I just nodded and watched as Luke wrapped his arms around his bride’s waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. He smiled at me, winked, and then pulled her back into the crowd of people. They were hopelessly in love and perfect for each other, which was all I could have ever wanted for two of my best friends and