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“…but he’s been with everyone.”
“Everyone?” I looked at her in shock, thinking about every woman who’d wanted a piece of him when he’d been mine.
She nodded. “Sadly, yes, ever since you left. He’s had what we used to refer to as bedroom cheerleaders, but he lets no one get close to him.”
I blinked to clear my vision from the tears that were now burning my eyes. The information she had just given me struck a chord, and I no longer wanted to discuss Jackson, or hear about the current sex life of my former fiancée.
“Bailey?” Cara reached across the table and placed her hand on mine. “Are you okay?”
I cleared my throat and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. I reached into my purse and pulled out a small notebook, and began writing.
“Okay, so the wedding. We have what, about eight weeks to get this thing together?” I said, completely changing the subject, pretending everything was okay.
“Bailey?
I looked up from the notebook in front of me and met Cara’s eyes. I could tell from the look on her face she knew I was upset about what she’d told me.
“I’m sorry if I upset you,” she whispered.
I didn’t doubt she didn’t want to upset me, but hearing those words fall from her mouth had done just that. It stung knowing the truth.
“Look, you didn’t upset me. I guess I’m just hurt. I have only been with one man since we split, and he’s been with an entire town.” I inhaled, focusing on my breath, like my therapist had taught me, and looked at Cara. “To be honest, I really don’t want to talk about this anymore. So instead, let’s talk about bigger, and better things, okay? Like your wedding. Now, tell me, what do you need me to do?”
She respected my wishes and reached into her purse, pulling out a purple planner, flipping it open to a page that she had scrawled some information.
“Well, I thought perhaps you could help me choose a color scheme, flowers, food selection and then arrange the seating plan. You were always good with that sort of thing.”
I nodded. “Of course. Do we have a list of the wedding party and a guest list?” I said, making some notes for myself.
“We do. We are keeping it relatively small. You know, friends, family and a few work people. I think everyone has been waiting for this wedding, so we are pretty sure everyone we invite will attend. I’m just about finished with the invitations, and am hoping to get them out later today.”
“Okay. That is one thing off our plates. Now, what about the wedding party?”
Cara bit her bottom lip and flipped through a few pages in her journal. Then she lifted the book up off the table toward her so I couldn’t see what had been written on the page in front of her.
“We have what you would call a rough list.” She said, biting her lip and looking down at the page in front of her.
“We can work with a rough list. It would help if I could I see it?” I asked, holding my hand out.
Instead of handing me the book, she dropped it off the edge of the table and down onto her lap. “No, you can’t. I think we need to make a few adjustments or two, maybe three, before you see it.”
I gave Cara an annoyed look. “Before I can see it? Cara, I can’t make accurate plans without it. What is the problem? Why won’t you let me see it? It’s just a list of names.”
“I just told you why. It’s just a rough list.”
“Cara? I don’t believe it. You’ve probably had this list planned for nine and a half years,” I said, standing up and reaching for the book, which Cara ripped away and shoved behind her back.
“You’re not seeing it.”
“Cara, I know you know who you want in your wedding party. Hell, you’ve had that list planned out when Jackson and I got engaged. I know because Ryan told him. If you don’t want me to see the list, there is no way I can collaborate with anyone to get anything done. We already have a tight enough window. So that means no parties, no shower, no nothing. Now show me the book.”
“Bailey, I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you don’t want to talk about Jackson.”
“What? Cara, just give me the list.” I said, holding my hand out.
