Kay cut in. “Anyway, what happened?”
“He almost kissed me,” I admitted.
“Why didn’t he?” they both asked simultaneously.
“He said he wants me to set the pace.”
Bri lifted her hands in the air, before she pounded her fists against the table. “Girl, will you hop on his dick so we can move this party along?”
Nodding, Kay agreed. “I mean, you deserve a good sexcapade, Pookie.” She traced the rim of her mug with her finger. “We all do.”
I stared at Kay. My heart hurt for her becauseherheart didn’t seem to be fully invested in her upcoming marriage. I didn’t want to say anything, but if not being ready for marriage was a person, it would be Kay. I wanted more for her.
Bri must’ve been thinking the same thing because she said, “Look, Sissy. I meant what I said. You don’t have to get married.”
Kay waved the waitress over. “We’re not talking about this. Let’s get out of here. Wedding shower time.”
After we paid our bill, we walked out of the restaurant arm in arm. The ride to the hotel was silent, each of us consumed with our own thoughts. It almost felt like we were walking individual planks into an unknown abyss of our own making. Would this wedding actually take place? Could Bri and Hendrix make it an entire day without arguing?Will I be able to keep my panties on around Wes?
Just our luck. When we pulled up to the venue, all three men were waiting outside. Kay slowed down as we neared the front entrance, but then she sped up again, putting them and the hotel in the rearview mirror.
After we’d ditched the shower, I opened my door to find Wes outside. I rested my head against the frame.
“Hey,” he said, holding up a bag of food. “Can I come in?”
Sighing, I held the door open, letting him in. I headed to the kitchen. “Thanks for coming. How’s Amir?”
Wes set the bag down on the countertop and slid onto a barstool. “Not good. What’s going on with Kay?”
I opened the fridge and handed him a beer. “I’m not sure.”
“Where is she?”
I glanced back at my bedroom and nodded. “Sleeping. Bri’s in there with her.”
“Did she say anything earlier? Give any indication that she didn’t want to go through with this?”
“No.”
After we pulled a Thelma, Louise, and Tamika, racing off to an unknown destination, we were bombarded with phone calls from everyone. From Mama G and Hendrix to Amir and Wes. Kay had refused to talk to Amir or her parents. We drove around for a while before we came here.
It had been hours, and Kay still hadn’t said much. Tears were shed, wine was consumed, but she’d yet to offer an explanation. Not that she needed to. I was going to support her no matter what she decided.
“I am worried about her, though,” I added. “Something’s not right.”
“How much do you know about Amir and Kay?” he asked.
I rested my elbows against the countertop. “Why? Is there something Ishouldknow?”
He shrugged. “He mentioned something to us about a month ago. Said that Kay wanted to postpone the wedding for some reason.”
“Hm.”
Leaning forward, he cracked his knuckles. “Just doesn’t seem like her to do this.”
He was right about that. Runaway Bride was more in line with Bri’s personality. Kay wasn’t an emotional person. She rarely cried, always maintained her composure. In college, she’d stuck to her plan, graduated with an undergraduate degree in three and a half years and went straight into dental school. Amir had proposed three years ago, but she wouldn’t even set a date until they started their practice.
“I don’t know,” I mused. “I hope they can talk, though. They have a practice together, years invested in each other and their relationship. Anyway …” I peeked in the bag. “Coney Island?”
