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GRACIE
“What are you waiting for?” Megan squeals as she plops the pillow over her face and continues screaming for a few seconds. “Call him, Gracie. Or message him. Or skywrite. Send out a Bat-Signal.Something.”
“Stop.” It is tempting though. It’s been more than forty-eight hours, and I can’t get Tucker out of my mind. Any of him—the feel of his arm around me, the way his dimple shows when he flashes a smile, how he made me want to fall to my knees and let him have me in any and every way. Oh. My. Gosh. I shake the thoughts out of my head.Stop it, Gracie.
Besides, how awkward would it be?Hey, remember me? The girl who needed you to pretend to be my boyfriend while I faced my ex who fucked and is now marrying my cousin. Oh and by the way, I do need a date after all.“My mom isn’t letting it go either.”
“She knows about Tucker Luck?”
“Stop calling him that.” I shake my head at the ridiculous nickname she assigned him as soon as I told her about my grocery store escapade. And the only reason it bothers me is because I want to believe but can’t. “Luck has not been on my side lately. At all. I mean, out of all the grocery stores to be in, I had to pick the same one as the joyous newlyweds.”
“Okay. One, there’re only two decent shopping options nearby. Two, there’s nothing joyous about Holly or Dax. Three, they’re not newlyweds yet—I wouldn’t be surprised if Dax screws one of your other cousins or maybe your aunt before the day comes.”
“Wouldn’t be surprising. But I might be there to find out. Mom I can handle. I know she wants me there for pictures and stupid family stuff, but Granny said I should go. Just to show them that they didn’t break me.”
“Do you want to go?”
“No. But I do want them to know they didn’t break me. Now that I got the initial run-in over with, I know I can do this. I think I built it up more in my head than it really is. Plus, I’ll have to see them at family events, unless I can get adopted by your family.” I joke, but it would be nice. Or maybe we can send Holly and Dax to live on a desert island. It’ll probably be the only way he’ll keep it in his pants. And even then, he’d probably stick his dick in a coconut just for kicks.
“Always welcome to hang with us. And I’m happy to hang out with your family, but I think Tucker would be a better date if you do decide to attend.”
“Should I?”
“Yes. You should call him.”
“Not that,” I dramatically roll my eyes at her as she does at me more often than not. “I meant the wedding. Should I go?”
“Only you can answer that one, chickadee.”
“No, I can’t.” I see Granny’s point and respect her. And it would make my mom happy, but can I really sit there and watch them say their vows? “Ugh. I’m heading out.” Making my way to the door, I give her a wave. “If you don’t hear from me in a few hours, send backup.”
“Gotcha. Have fun.”
“Will do.” Whether Mom and I see eye to eye on my attendance at the wedding or not, one thing we always love doing together is garage sailing with Granny. And this is our favorite time of year to do so. Early spring where the Texas weather cools off at night enough to give some comfortable mornings to browse before the scorching heat of the summer sets in. Although rain or shine, we set out to browse for hidden treasures. Mom and Granny are both still going on and on about their finds from last week. My main searches are always for old kitchenware, especially mugs and teacups. It’s always been our weekend-morning fun and a way to get out of the house and away from all the boys—“all” consists of Dad and my three brothers.
When I pull into the driveway, I see her walking out already. Normally, I send her a text message when I get here. I am a few minutes later than normal, but nothing has been normal about the last few days. At the thought, the first person who comes to mind is Luke, or should I say Tucker.
“What has you all smiley this morning?” Mom asks.
I’m surprised to realize the thought of Tucker automatically plastered a smile on my face. “Long story.”
She accepts my vague answer, and we head over to pick up Granny. Once in the car, Granny directs me to our first stop. Clutching her list of sales, it’s the funniest thing ever to watch her hunt down our route online. Scoping out the local garage sales and flea markets is the only thing she uses her computer for. It’s serious sport to her.
“Oh, look!” Mom says, darting off towards the far right of the tables lined along the driveway as Granny and I look over the tables of glassware in front of us. “Your mother told me, sweetie. About the grocery store meetup.”
Considering I didn’t tell Mom, I know it was relayed from Holly to her mother to my mother, so I can only imagine the version of the story she got. “Where’s the handsome man you’ve been hiding?”
Okay. I forgot about that part. Well, notforgotexactly, but didn’t think I’d have to answer Granny’s inquiries about Tucker Luck. “It’s new. Like very new.” I laugh at the true statement.
“That’s wonderful, Gracie. It’s about time I see that spark back in your eye.”
“No. Still too new for him to have done that.”
“Bull malarkey. All it takes is one look at the right soul to mend ours.”
“All right, Granny.” I can’t be too sarcastic, but I can’t play along with this one.
“Mark my words, I’ll be attending your wedding before the year’s up.”
