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Finally.
Kacey and Ashton had been dating for three years. They were that couple that inspired things like cutesy gum wrapper commercials and Hallmark movies. Of course, Hendrix took credit for the whole thing since he was the one who introduced them. He called himself a matchmaking genius. I called it dumb luck. Hendrix cut his foot on a piece of glass that had been left on the beach. Ashton took him to the hospital where Kacey was a nurse. The onlymatchmakingwas in his conceited mind.
“Congratulations, Kace. That’s amazing.” I meant it. She deserved this.
“You know what this means…” It was hard to miss the hint in her voice.
“It means you’re obviously pregnant.” I deadpanned. “Why else would he propose?”
Unless you’ve been best friends for fifteen years, then grabbed his dick in a drunken stupor.
“Why are you the way you are?” She laughed. “It means you’re planning my wedding.” She sang each word as though she was Mary freaking Poppins.
Awesome.
A wedding that would take place in Coree Harbor, the town I only visited for Christmas and funerals.
A wedding that would remind me that Holmes would be next, leaving me all alone.
A wedding where Hendrix would be the best man.
I forced a smile, knowing she’d hear it in my voice if I didn’t. “I promise it will be the best one I’ve ever done.”
KENNEDY
Five months.
She gave me five months to plan thebest wedding I’ve ever done—my words exactly.
The venue, photographer, band, menu, guest list, invitations, rehearsal dinner, cake, flowers; the list never ended.
Despite my efforts to slow time, the next few months flew by. Between doing my actual job and helping Kacey, it was September before I knew it.
It was time to see Hendrix again.
All I could think about was the look on his face when he’d left my house that night. All I felt was the thick length of his cock pressed into my stomach.
Had he changed? Did he look the same?
I knew he wasn’t married. I’d been keeping tabs on Facebook and Instagram like any normal stalker would.
He dated. Mostly gorgeous blondes with tan skin and bodies that looked like they’d never seen a slice of bacon.
I dated too. Mostly douchebags with more money than manners and bodies that should be illegal.
Nothing ever stuck.
Kacey picked me up from the airport. As soon as we crossed the Inland Bridge, my soul felt at peace. There were no tall buildings in the skyline. There was no heavy traffic. There was only the pier and the harbor and the houses that lined the coast.
The Boat House bed-and-breakfast was about a mile from the picturesque center of Coree Harbor. The parking area was on the other side of a sand dune and a long wooden walkway led to the steps of a wooden deck. Thick patches of beachgrass along both sides of the walkway blew in the breeze. Every few feet there was a lamppost on the wooden railing to light the way once the sun went down. Even though the restaurant inside was a local favorite, the parking lot was small, half pavement and half gravel. Only out-of-town guests came to The Boat House in their cars. Most of the locals moored their boats at the pier.
A kind, older woman named Daisy owned it and Kacey refused to have her wedding anywhere else. I didn’t argue. I loved Daisy. And it had nothing to do with the fact that she made the best shrimp and grits a person would ever put in their mouth.
We got out of the car, then I grabbed my suitcase. For a moment, I stood there, breathing in the salty air with my eyes closed.
Kacey sidled up beside me, nudging my shoulder with hers. “How’s it feel to be back?”
Why was she so damn cheery all the time?
