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flicks.”
    Her laughter filled the car. “Okay, it looks like we’ve got action, horror and raunchy comedy.” They both looked at each other and said in unison, “raunchy comedy.” It didn’t start until eight, so Zach said he was taking her to dinner first.
    She put the Dylan situation out of her mind. Journey grabbed Zach’s hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it quick. “Thanks, Zach.”
    “No problem. It’s all going to work out. You’ll see.”
    She hoped he was right.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    “Are you seriously going to let her just walk away? What the hell is your problem, Dylan? I’ve never known you to be so cruel. Did you not see the look on her face when you accused her of stalking you and then asked if she was sure the baby was yours? My god, if this weren’t my freaking wedding day, I’d knock your ass out.”
    Dylan didn’t say a word. He could hear his brother talking, but he was barely listening. He held the picture in his hand, but didn’t dare look at it. If he looked at it and saw his son, he’d lose it. It would be that reminder that he fucked up with her, with his Journey. He’d never witnessed someone’s heart breaking before, but he’d just seen it. His words were cruel, callous, and he was a fucking coward.
    He walked away from his brother and Stacy, even as Dustin was still talking to him. He took the picture and without looking at it, shoved it in his pocket. Why’d he do it? Because he couldn’t deal with that right now. This was his brother and Stacy’s day and he was fucking it all up. Did he dare tell them that he never cared about anyone the way he cared about her? Leaving her had been the hardest thing he had ever done, but they had no future together. He was eleven years older than her, for fuck’s sake.
    “I’m leaving , Dylan.” He turned to see Cassie standing there, looking as disgusted as he felt. “You never struck me as the cruel type, but what you did to that poor woman was just mean. You’re my friend, and you’ll always be my friend, but that’s it. I don’t want you treating me the way you treated her…ever.”
    “Cassie, don’t leave. I’m sorry, okay? It’s complicated.”
    “It’s complicated? I offered to help you find her and bam , she’s here. You have a son, Dylan. Don’t you want to meet him, be a part of his life?”
    His head was so fucked up right now. He needed some air. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”
    “That’s it? You’ll walk me out?”
    “Cassie, what do you want me to say? I fucked up; I fucked it up the minute I lied about my last name. I fucked it up when I left without saying goodbye. I fucked it up now. Of course, I want to meet him.”
    Because deep down , he knew Journey wouldn’t lie about something like that. Call it a gut feeling, but she wasn’t the type to lie. He walked Cassie to her car. She kissed his cheek. “Call her.”
    With that she shut the door and drove away. He wished that he hadn’t hurt Cassie, but he knew he did.
    Sunday morning, Dylan woke up and groaned as the sunlight poured in through his window. He rolled over and buried his head under his pillows. After Journey and then Cassie left, Dylan may have had too many drinks. He was trying to put on a happy face for his brother and Stacy, but he knew he was failing when his mom kept coming up to him asking him if he was okay and where Cassie went.
    He did his best man duties, mingling with the guests. Stacy pulled him out to the dance floor and thank god, hadn’t brought up Journey. When it was time to leave he caught a ride home with his parents. At some point he was going to have to pick up his truck.
    He walked sleepily to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. While it was brewing he jumped in the shower to clear his head. After throwing on a t-shirt and track pants, Dylan picked his tux up off the ground. He grabbed his wallet out of the back pocket, tossed it on the bed, and then reached in the