“Ooh, we could practice dancing. See if the floor is ready to go,” Cassie cheers from behind us. She reaches for Tobias. He flinches, jerking his hands from her reach, but he doesn't move his feet.
I do feel bad for putting him in this position today, but Cassie has been so distracted by him that it’s been me, Griffin, and the wedding planner most of the time we have been here. The only suggestions today, even if they have been opposite of what I’d have liked, have been mine and my fiancé’s. Not his mom’s or his sister’s.
My goal here has been accomplished.
I owe Tobias big.
Like helping him find a solution to his writing problem, big. I wish he’d share more with me, but I think that’s a writer thing. They don’t always like to share when they feel like they are failing.
Still, Tobias used to share every detail of his life with me.
Shoot, I know everything about him.
Right now, I know he wants to bail—run out of here and happily pay a stranger to drive him back to Wind Valley. He hates situations where he doesn’t call the shots or has people obsess over him like he’s a prince or something. It’s why he stopped doing book signings last year. He’s not a fan of attention.
Still, he’s doing it for me, and I love him even more for that.
Cassie tries to do some kind of twirl move, resulting in her kneeing Tobias in the groin, and I have to look away. If we make eye contact, he will murder me with his gaze.
“How cool would it be if Tobias and Cassie hit it off?” Griffin leans in to whisper in my ear.
I snort out a laugh, and he glares at me. “Oh, you were serious?”
He nods.
“I don’t think Tobias is the commitment type. I’ve told you this. I wouldn't want him breaking her heart.”
It’s all true. Mostly. It's true, I’ve never seen him in a real relationship, but I think it’s just because he doesn’t want one. The breaking her heart part is extra accurate.
Griffin nods. “Cassie likes just to have fun, too. I think they’d hit it off. She looks like his type.”
“His type?”
“Yeah. Look at her.”
And I do. I see long blonde hair, a small waist, lean legs, and breasts that are probably four times the size of mine.
Is that his type?
“If you think that’s his type, then why do you constantly ask me if he likes me? I look nothing like your sister.”
Griffin pauses to stare at me. “That’s a Good point. Not to mention, they’re both wild and fun. Now that I think of it, you really aren’t his type.”
“Are you saying I’m not fun?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“It sounded like it.”
Griffin glances between me and Tobias and then turns his focus back to the wedding planner.
“Stop,” I say. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“I’m not thinking that. I’m thinking that maybe I’ve been too harsh in accusing you two of being more than you are. For that, I am sorry.”
“Really?” I press up to my toes to kiss him, but he turns his cheek.
“We’re in public, Natalie.”
