“Oh, c’mon,” she drawled out as she rolled her eyes.“Weddings are always the worst once the exchanging of the vows is over.”
“I’m not having a bad time,” I repeated.“I just have a busy week ahead of me, and it’s not hard to think about work when you’ve got a lot on your plate.”
It’d been the wrong thing to say.
Giving me a coy look, she asked, “So, none of the bridesmaids have offered to help you work out that stress?”
My brows furrowed as I shot her a look.“All the bridesmaids are married.”
“Megan isn’t,” she pointed out.
“No, she’s not,” I agreed.“However, that doesn’t make her automatically interested in me.”
“I can’t see why,” she replied, showing her cards.“I mean, not only are you easy on the eyes, but you’re also a doctor, right?”
Regret was a real motherfucker, and when you truly regretted something, it haunted you for years afterwards, if not your entire fucking life.It was a continuous slow burn in the back of your mind, and if you were lucky, you were able to forget about it for a few days, but it always came back.Real regret ate at you with a steady appetite, and it fucking sucked.
Knowing that re-visiting the past wasn’t good for anyone, I pushed the thoughts aside, trying not to note how I wouldn’t be in this position had I not been such a fucking asshole.Actually, I’d been stupid, and that was much worse than being an asshole.
“Well, maybe Megan is intuitive enough to recognize that I’m here to support Jonathan and Christina only,” I told her, keeping my voice as even as possible.“I’m not here for a quick lay.”
Instead of being embarrassed at being called out, she asked, “Why not?Where’s the harm?”
“I’m just not interested,” I answered, suddenly needing a drink.
“Oh, are you gay?’she asked, pouting as if she’d just been put out.“I mean, lucky for the other gay men here, but not so lucky for us women.”
While it’d be easier to let her believe that I was gay, I wasn’t a big fan of lying.“I’m not gay.I’m just not interested in anything other than celebrating Jonathan’s big day.”
She finally took offense, and while rejection wasn’t fun, it wasn’t always personal, something that this woman obviously didn’t understand.“Fine,” she bit out.“Your loss.”
I didn’t say anything as she got up, then walked off to wherever, probably looking for her next target, which wouldn’t surprise me.Mailey was a very pretty woman, as most blondes were, so it wouldn’t be hard for her to find some company for the night, just not me.
Forgetting about Mailey, I couldn’t help but grin as Jonathan’s grandmother made her way over to me.Even though she was in her eighties, the woman wasn’t ready to slow down for anyone, and it was hard not to admire her enthusiasm for life.
“Care to dance with an old woman?”she asked, her smile lighting up her entire face.
“Do you see any old women that need a dancing partner?”I teased.“Because all I see is a hot momma standing in front of me, making me want to be a better man.”
Grandma Trudy let out a happy cackle.“You’re probably hell on the females, Lazarus Copeland.”
She was the only person in Jonathan’s family that called me by my full name, making me smile.“Does that mean that you don’t want to dance with me anymore?”
“I just hope that you can keep up,” she retorted, and just like that, I was having a good time again.
