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“Boone, Ihaveto get out of here,” she pleaded.
“Well, I have to keep my balls attached to my body, so I can’t be seen leaving here with you when you’re supposed to be getting married” I looked down at my watch. “Right now.”
She exhaled through her nose, lasering me with a death glare. “I don’t want to go through with this wedding. If you have any semblance of a soul, you will open this door and help me.”
Shit. Everyone knew Coach loved his future son-in-law. I’d be at the top of his shit list if I whisked his daughter away from this wedding.
I had a sister, though, and if she were in this situation…I’d want someone to help her.
Shaking my head, I pushed the button to unlock the door. Jolie immediately opened it and got in, pulling yards of pale pink fabric into the car before closing the door.
“Get down,” I hissed. “I don’t want anyone to see you.”
She knitted her brows together. “Well, either that’ll work, or someone will see us and think I’m giving you a blow job.”
“Fuck!” I slammed my hand against the steering wheel. “Don’t get down!”
I threw the vehicle into reverse and looked in the rearview mirror as I backed up, eager to get out of here as quickly as possible.
“You’re getting me into the deepest pile of shit ever,” I grumbled as I turned the wheel near the parking lot entrance.
“Well, you’re getting meoutof the deepest pile of shit ever,” she lobbed back. “And it’s your own fault for running late.”
I glared at her. “Maybe it’s your fault for deciding not to get married a minute and a half before the wedding was supposed to start.”
“It’s done now, and I don’t care what you or anyone else think.”
Her shaky voice deflated my anger in an instant. She was right—she was going to face a shitload of anger and criticism over this decision, and she didn’t need more from me, someone she didn’t even know.
“Where am I taking you?” I asked.
She blew out a breath. “My apartment is in the Loop.”
“Okay.” I shifted in my seat and looked over at her. “You okay?”
Her laugh was weary. “Not really. But I will be. I know this was the right decision.”
“Do you need to call someone? Just to let them know that you’re okay? They’ll be looking for you.”
“I left a note.”
I nodded and we drove in silence for a couple of minutes. Suddenly, she turned to me, her face still streaked black but dry now.
“He said I’m a practical choice,” she said. “Last night at our rehearsal dinner, I overheard him talking to one of his friends when he didn’t know I was nearby. He said now that he’s in his thirties, he decided to choose someone solid instead of sexy.”
Jesus, what kind of man said that about the woman he was marrying? Jolie was a tall, lithe redhead with a killer smile. She was damn sexy, and I was one of several guys on my team who would have made a play for her if she hadn’t been our coach’s daughter.
“I’m sorry,” I said, unable to come up with anything else.
She exhaled heavily and leaned back into the seat. “I feel like shit about all of this. I should have called it off sooner. Last night wasn’t the first time I had reservations. And my parents spent a ton on the wedding.” She laughed, but it sounded more weary than amused. “Maybe you should take me to a bar instead of home. Checking out of my head for a few hours would be great.”
“Is that what you want?”
“No.” Her tone was defeated. “I want to go home and take off this dress and never see it again.”
“Okay.”
She looked over at me and smiled. “Thanks for this. I’ll tell my dad I jumped into your car and left you no choice.”
