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“Oh, fuck yes,” Nancy cheers, grinning in a way that reminds me so much of Nash. “Now?” she asks, and I nod. Nancy winks at me, tugs her dress down to expose excess cleavage, and then stands. “Leave it to me.”
I slip out while I can, so I can meet up with the maid of honor. When Chelsea and I are hustling out of the reception and toward the lobby of the hotel, I let out a sigh of relief. Up ahead, I can see Nash with his brother as they make their way to the door. Sarah is already outside in the limo.
I celebrated too soon though because as the guys reach the door, and it slides open, we all hear a screech. I spin around, finding Nash’s mother rushing after us. I didn’t think she could move so fast. A cringing Nancy is hot on her heels.
“Get him to the limo, she’s already waiting,” I tell Chelsea, pushing her onward.
“Where the hell do you think you’re taking him, Nashville!” their mother screams, and I flinch. She’s got some pipes, I’ll give her that.
“Woah, slow down before you twist an ankle!” I shout as I rush in front of her, blocking her view of the guys. Nancy stays behind her mother, and I can’t blame her for avoiding the conflict now that her mother is in full-on bitch mode.
One glance over my shoulder tells me I only need to distract her for thirty more seconds. Then they’ll be free.Help is on the way, dear!I think to myself, chuckling.
“Get out of my way, youslut!”she sneers at me. I’m so taken aback from the vicious insult, that I pause, mouth falling open. She dodges around me, but I recover quickly and block her again.
“First of all, rude. Slut-shaming is impolite. Second, you don’t know anything about me, so how can you make that assumption?” I swerve left to right, keeping her from progressing on the guys, even as I hear the sliding doors close.
“I don’t need to know you! Nashville brought you, and that tells me more than enough!” she hisses, and I prop my hands on my hips.
“How old are you? Sixty? I assume your end goal here is to die alone?” I let those words sink in, shaking my head as her eyes go wide like I slapped her. Good. “You are a vile, hateful woman. I don’t know your other two children, but I do know Nash. You don’t deserve to be in the same room as him, let alone call yourself his mother,” I scoff, going on. “One day, you’re going to look around to find every seat at the table is empty because your hatred pushed everyone away. Get some therapy. I suggest four sessions a week to start. You clearly need it.”
I turn, flip my hair over my shoulder, and make a run for the door, only to pull up short. Nash is standing there watching us.
“Nashville, are you just going to stand there while she speaks to me like that?!” his mother demands, and Nash shakes his head.
“Absolutely not. I’m going to get her the hell away from here. She’s right, Mom. You need help,” Nash sighs, grabs my hand, and pulls me out the door.
It’s not until we’re in his car, that I turn to him.
“How much did you hear?”
“All of it.”
“Are you mad?” I ask with a grimace, and he smirks.
“Mad that you stood up for me or that you staged a mutiny and overthrew my mother? Because the answer is I’m not mad about either,” Nash chuckles. “I’ve never seen my brother so fucking happy. When I told him we were getting him out of there, he practically sprinted out the door.”
“I noticed you didn’t have to put much work in to convince him to run.”
“Almost none at all.”
“I’m glad he was easy to convince. You should have seen Sarah in the bathroom. She hates your mother…” I shake my head. “I can’t say I blame her for that.” Nash cringes.
“I’m starting to realize I was never the problem.”
“No, you weren’t and aren’t. I don’t know how you’re such a decent person. I’ve spent barely more than two hours with the woman, and I’m already ready to throw her overboard,” I grumble, and Nash snorts.
“Well, I promise not to drag you to any more family events. And to make this up to you. That was not an example of a good date.”
“Not necessary.” I shrug. I’ll wait until we’re all back at the house to tell them that I’ve changed my mind. “Tonight went better than I was expecting, if I’m honest,” I admit.
“Jeez, what were you expecting then!”
“Um, I don’t know. Demon possession,” I tease, and he chuckles.
“That seems a bit extreme, even for my mother.”
“I sure hope so…”
