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“True.” But he could also be negative. “Maybe he’ll meet a sexy single guy at our wedding. I think Elara’s nanny might be gay.”
She lifted a brow. “Maybe we sit them next to each other at the rehearsal dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“So, do you think you’re going to do it?”
Maybe my mind was already made up and this panic was just part of my process. “I don’t want to wait two years.” All I wanted was to marry Hale.
“Then I say do it. Life’s just a series of distractions. You can either focus on the fun stuff or worry about everything that could go wrong. Either way, time is passing by.”
She was right. I needed to start looking at this as an adventure. After all that was how the best memories were made.
I pulled out my phone and tapped the screen. Then I banged it on the table and blew into the charging port.
Elle frowned. “Are you having some kind of fit?”
“There’s couscous stuck in my phone and it’s not working right.”
“Why is there couscous in your phone?”
“Because I accidentally dropped it in the toilet and the internet said to sit it in rice overnight, but we were out of rice. All we had was couscous. Those little fucking balls got everywhere.” I blew into the charger hole and finally got my contacts to open. I dialed Hale. “It’s ringing.”
He answered right away. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey. Are you finished work for the day? I need to talk to you about some wedding stuff.”
“Hello?”
“Shit.” I shook the phone. “Hale?”
“Rayne?”
“Can you hear me?”
“Hello?”
I banged the phone on the table. “Stupid fucking couscous. I’ll call you from the car!” I chucked the phone in my purse.
I’m in Deep Smit
My phone was ringing the moment I got into the car. I quickly plugged it into the stereo to activate the Bluetooth because, yes, my car was from the Stone Age. The screen of my radio flashed with the words Big Dick Davenport and I answered.
“Hey.”
“Can you hear me now?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I was in a café and there was couscous and… Anyway. Are you finished with your calls for the day?”
“I have a few hours free.”
Perfect. “Good. I wanted to talk while Elara was still at the park.”
“Oh?” Hale’s tone peaked with interest. He knew Elara being out with the nanny was code for sex. “Talk talk, or talk?”
“Talk. Nothing fancy. Just a shoes-on quickie.” Hmm, maybe sex could be my pre-wedding stress relief strategy. Why go to the gym when I could bang out some exercise at home?
“Let’s make it happen.”
