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I wanted to respect her wishes to never talk to me again when she left here. The best way to be a friend to her was to respect her boundaries, and I really did want to do that for her.
Which was why I hadn’t kissed her.
If I kissed her, even once, I knew I’d never be able to do it. I already knew that one tiny action, that simple touch, was the one thing stopping me from admitting that I wanted more than friendship from her.
That I was developing feelings for her.
If I kissed her, I’d have to admit it. If I kept my mouth to myself, I could pretend it didn’t exist, that she wasn’t constantly on my mind, that we really were only friends.
I was dreading the wedding.
Dreading having to act like we were really together for an entire day.
I’d have to avoid her as much as possible today. It wouldn’t really be too much of a shock for us to not spend too much time together—it was a busy day, and there was something to be said for the bride’s brother being a part of that.
Shit.
I was a wimp.
“Good morning!” Freya said brightly, skipping into the kitchen. “Ooh, you made tea! Splendid.”
I frowned. “You’re cheerful this morning. Are you on drugs?”
Freya stared at me, her lips curving into a rueful smile. “Sadly, no. I have simply decided to be happy.”
“No. You’re an imposter. My sister is never happy.”
“Oh, you’re a mean git, William.” She grabbed a tea towel and half-heartedly swatted at me. “I spoke with Grace not long ago. I was having a moment, and she talked some sense into me.”
“Everything you just said terrifies me in ways you cannot possibly imagine.”
Freya poured her tea and looked into my mug, refilling it from the pot without asking.
Yep.
I was scared.
“I was crying because my shoes are stuck in Edinburgh,” she explained, stirring her tea. “I might have been slightly unreasonable to everyone, but she took me aside, sat me down, and reminded me that James doesn’t care what shoes I’m wearing. Nor, for that matter, does anyone else.”
“She’d be correct.”
“William,” she scolded me. “She reminded me that the most important people are here or can get here, and it doesn’t matter what we’re wearing. I don’t need shoes or a dress to get married, I just need James.” She paused. “And an officiant and a witness, but that’s the technical side of things.”
“You also have both of those things.”
“True. Anyway, she pointed out that my outdoor photos wouldn’t happen in heels anyway, because I’d break my leg on the ice and snow.”
“To be fair, you’d do that in any shoes.”
“I know. That’s why I’m wearing wellies.”
I stared at her. “You’re wearing wellington boots for your wedding shoes?”
She shrugged. “Grace offered me a pair of her shoes since we’re the same size, but the wellies seemed like a good idea.”
“You’re going to walk down the aisle in wellies?”
“Yes. You’re the one who just agreed that nobody cares what shoes I’m wearing. Why does it matter if they’re wellies?”
