Chapter Twenty Nine

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

MAX

"Are you sure you want to do this, Max?" my sister says.

I know she means well, but that's not exactly a comforting thing to say to a guy who's about to walk down aisle.

"Yes," I say.

"Really?" she says. "Because you don't seem very happy."

"Because I'm nervous," I say. "I don't know why you're making such a big deal about this."

"Because I think you're making a mistake," she says. "I saw how you looked at Victoria, Max. You never look at Jacklyn that way."

"I love Jacklyn," I insist.

"You don't look like it," she says.

"Oh yeah? And how do I look?"

"Like a zombie," she says. "Like your soul is dead."

Her words cut deep. I want to yell at her, to lash out, but I know she's right.

Not that it matters.

"Yeah, well," I say, "it doesn't matter. Victoria doesn't want to be with me."

"I saw her with you the night you announced your engagement, Max. I don't know what happened between you two, but I know true mates when I see them, and--"