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“That was good. Another time, I might let you make me lunch.”
“It’ll have to be Sunday.”
She went around collecting her clothes off the floor and pulled them on. “Then Sunday,” she grinned.
“And the rest of the days of the week?”
“You’re getting a little clingy, don’t you think?”
“After tasting you?” I laughed, because it was fucking hilarious that she had managed to stay single after all this time. “Baby, there’s not a chance this could be classified as clingy.”
“We’ll see. I have to go.”
“Sure you don’t want to stay for another round?” I smirked at her.
She stood and slipped her boots on, then her jacket. “This was fun, but let’s not make a habit of it.”
“Eating at five in the morning?”
“Fucking,” she corrected. “After all, you’re still a mechanic.”
“Wait, does that mean Sunday is just lunch?” I shouted as she walked out the door. I grinned at my empty plate, rubbing my hand over my face. I’d make it the most unforgettable lunch of her life.
14
CASH
“How do I look?” I asked Lock, turning around to show him my suit.
I held out my hands and he slowly ran his eyes over me as if he was searching for something.
“Like you do every other day.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do. You wore that suit last week.”
“I never wear suits.”
He shrugged. “Okay, not all the time, but you still wear them.”
I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror again. “Shit, this is my wedding day. I can’t look like I always do.”
“Then you should have gone shopping.”
“I didn’t have time. I wanted to get married right away. Eva’s pregnant.”
In the mirror, I saw him roll his eyes. “I know. Everyone else knows. The whole fucking town knows! Christ, the priest at the Catholic church knows. He had a whole fucking lecture about it at mass.”
“You go to church?”
He pointed his finger at me. “Not the point.”
“Can I help it that I’m excited? After all this time, I’m finally marrying Eva. I was beginning to think it wasn’t going to happen.”
“So did the rest of us,” he muttered, flicking through something on his phone.
I turned around and stared at him. He had his hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and his hand was shoved in his suit pants. His suit was black and mine was deep blue. I never put a lot of time into picking out suits because I hated them so much, but staring at him now, I realized he had a really nice suit on. Hell, he looked sexier than me. It wasn’t right. It was my fucking wedding day.
