Read Online Sydney (Book One) (That Wedding Girl 1) by Maggie Way - Free Book Online

He’s just hungry, that must be the reason for his cranky mood.
    “Do you have soy sauce?”
    “Why?”
    “Do you or not?”
    “Yeah, it’s in there,” he nods in the direction of the pantry I’m headed toward. I open the door, peering into the barely stocked shelf until I spot the bottle at the bottom.
    “You do the coffee and I cook the food,” I order.
    He raises an eyebrow. “Hey! I’m the cook out of the two of us.”
    “Trust me, you’ll like what I make,” I tease with a grin. He’ll like what I make, my mom always made this for him whenever he was over. “Now, step away from that chopping board.”
    “You’re cute when you’re bossy,” he smirks and I turn around so he avoids the sight of my face warming. He was just teasing, surely.
    Eventually the fruits of our labour become a reality and the breakfast is plated up on two large blue plates. I bring the plates, cutlery and juice to the black, marble dining table near the large windows I get a little panicky at view of the Harbour Bridge and Port Jackson to my left so I grab a chair with its back to the window. Tristan follows shortly with the coffee.
    We eat in silence, but it doesn’t matter. I inhaled it to satiate my growling stomach. Tristan, on the other hand, eats slowly, leisurely, and rather elegantly. He surprises me at every turn. The guy who dresses like a lumberjack, eats with such finesse.
    “So, how have you been, – other than your wedding planning and all?
    Besides getting jilted at the altar and getting dumped by my sorry-ass fiancé, I could be better. “Fine and dandy. This coffee better be strong,” I mutter.
    “ Trust me , I do a strong coffee.”
    I take a sip and widen my eyes. My heart is palpating already. “Damn, you’re right.”
    “Yeah, told you. Your eggs are good, your mom used to make them just like this.”
    “Yeah, told you too.”
    He shakes his head, grinning at my assertiveness.
    “Thanks. For doing all of this,” I say.
    “Fancy that. It’s not every day I cook breakfast with a woman without sleeping with her.”
    I stare down at my plate. If I didn’t know better, I would think he is flirting with me? I just wish my body would get with the program and realise he’s just teasing. That’s what he does. Tristan and Hansley used to always go out to find girls to pick up, and I’ll bet they will continue to do so now that he is back.
    “Come on, tell me what happened. What was Miss Straight-laced doing to get that smashed. It can’t be that bad, right?” His eyes flash with a wicked gleam. “I could just charge you for the room and breakfast service.”
    “It’s not all that interesting,” I mumble.
    “Surprise me.” He’s the one surprising me, if anything. He actually wants to listen to my problems? I sit up, taking one more sip of my strong-ass coffee in preparation for this.
    I tell him everything, the short version, at least. It actually feels therapeutic and despite any judgments I had about Tristan, he’s a really good listener. Not just nodding along every now and then, but he really listens and makes me feel comfortable enough to open up more than I had anticipated. It’s ironic that the whole reason why I’m here is because I wanted to confront Adam, and now he feels like a total stranger. To think I’m supposed to be getting married today, but instead I’m here, hanging out with Tristan and actually having a good time.
    Tristan pours me a second glass of orange juice. The food absorbs the effects of my hangover, and the reality of my situation seeps in.
    “Man, he is such a pussy. If I had been there, I would have beat the crap out of him. I assume Hansley did a good enough job?” he growls, his eyes full of quiet rage.
    I shrug my shoulders. “It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s done. I just have to move on. I still believe my soul mate is out there. Obviously, it wasn’t Adam.”
    Tristan frowns. “Do you believe in soul mates?”
    “Of course, I do! I wouldn’t