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“Drew, meet Kellan. Kellan meet Drew.”
I gave him a wave and a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
He stared at me as if he was at a loss for words. Jillian must have told him about me from Hawaii.
“Nice to meet you too, Drew. Jillian Kathryn Bell. What is going on?”
“How funny is it that Drew lives in New York too? Okay, got to go, my love. We’re heading out to dinner.”
“Wait! Don’t you dare end the call. I want details!” he shouted.
“Tomorrow. Bye, Kel.” She ended the call.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Jilly Bean?” I asked.
“Pet name. He loves me. He’s been calling me that since we were thirteen years old.”
“It’s cute. I like it.” I winked.
“Don’t you dare, Mr. Westbrook.”
She grabbed her purse, and we walked down to the Chinese restaurant.
* * *
Jillian
Drew asked me to tell him about Kellan as we were eating in the restaurant. So, I did.
“He’s the best friend anyone could ever have. The things he did for me. Wow.”
“What did he do for you?” he asked.
I swallowed hard. “Drew, I’m a terrible person.” I looked down in shame.
“No, you’re not. Don’t say that.” He reached across the table and placed his hand on mine.
“No, actually, I am. Remember when I told you that I booked the flight to Hawaii for a ‘just in case’ I decided to leave Grant?”
“Yeah. I remember.”
“I had it planned all along.”
His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I purposely waited for that day to leave him. It was the perfect plan, and Kellan went to great lengths to help me.”
“Why?” he asked in confusion.
“Because I wanted revenge on him and my parents for what they did to me. Mostly my parents. But Grant had it coming. I already told you that he was a cheater and a liar.”
“And how did you and Kellan plan this so meticulously?” Drew cocked his head.
“Well.” I sighed. “Where do I begin? About three months before the wedding, I placed an ad under an alias name on Craig’s List for my wedding dress to be shipped out the day after my wedding.”
“Did you sell it?”
“Yeah. A nice woman in Wisconsin who couldn’t afford a wedding dress bought it for $50.” I smiled. “A fifteen-thousand-dollar wedding dress for fifty bucks. Patricia would be so pissed.”
