Chapter Four
Jackson
EIGHT MONTHS BEFORE THE WEDDING
I roll out of bed and realize I’m late again, which means if John is feeling better today and is at the B&B, I’m going to hear him bitching at me like he’s our father. I’m used to it, though, considering we’re twins and have worked together all our lives. Since he’s always been the much more responsible and boring twin, his ass chewings barely faze me anymore. His words go in one ear and out the other—according to him and my brothers—because I don’t care what they have to say. Ever since John found out he was a dad last year, he’s moved to a whole new level of responsible. I’m trying my best to tread lightly with my tardiness, but it’s pretty much impossible.
I brew a pot of coffee, needing something to jolt me awake. I drank too muc
