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“You’re going to be our maid of honor, right?” I ask Rachel.
“Absofuckinglutely.” She nods. “I want to be standing right next to her when she realizes how wrong she was.”
“Me, too.”
“I like him,” she tells Mac. “A lot.”
“Wait, what?” Mac says. “Maid of honor? We’re not getting married.”
“Not yet,” I say. “I’d kind of like us to be living in the same state first. But it’ll happen.” Weird thing, but I’ve never been more sure of anything. Maybe it’s getting older. Seeing one career finish and another one start. Or maybe it’s just her.
All I know is that I’m ready for this. And if she isn’t, I’ll wait patiently.
For as long as it takes. Forever.
“He loves you,” Rachel whispers.
“I do.” I nod.
“I love him, too,” Mackenzie tells her. “So much.”
Our eyes meet and we’re both grinning. It’s the first time we’ve said it and it wasn’t to each other.
We’ll sort that out later.
“Can you two kiss and get this happily ever after over with?” Rachel asks. “Then we can go up and tell everybody about your promotion, then we’ll all go down to the bar and get drunk.” She looks at me. “You’re invited.”
“I’m honored.”
“Don’t be. I just want you to introduce me to some of your hot hockey friends.” She waves her hand. “I’m going back to the office now, because your kiss is bound to be hot and I haven’t gotten laid in a year. I’m about half a second away from asking if I can join in.”
“You can’t,” Mackenzie and I say at the same time.
Rachel laughs and turns on her heel, leaving us alone. Save for the security guard, the people sitting at a table having coffee, and the steady stream of workers coming in and out of the lobby.
“Who’d be your best man?” Mackenzie asks, and I try not to laugh at the change of subject. “At our imaginary wedding where Rachel’s the maid of honor.”
“Holden,” I say, without a doubt in my mind.
“Why Holden? You have six brothers. Won’t the rest of them be upset?”
“I don’t think so. Holden’s my guy, that’s all.”
“That’s so sweet.” Mac smiles.
“You okay with him coming out tonight to join in your promotion celebrations?” I ask her.
“More than okay. I like him. Though he might find it intensely boring. Unless he’s a masochist.”
I cough out a laugh. She has no idea how close she is to being right. So close and yet so far away.
But that’s all for another day. Right now she’s smiling up at me and I’m grinning down at her, wondering how I got so lucky.
“Can I kiss you at work?” I ask her. “Or is that the kind of thing that gets you fired?”
Her nose wrinkles as she considers my question. “Actually, I have no idea,” she says. “Why don’t we find out.”
So we do.
