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“Girl, just go try a sandwich. You will be forever changed. They’re that good.”
And give Blake the satisfaction of eating his food? That stupid truck is the whole reason he …
Grrr. “I’m fine, thanks.” I cross my arms over my chest and look away, back to the dance floor where Chloe and Frederick are slow dancing despite the crazy antics going on around them. It’s sweet, how they’ve only eyes for each other, for this moment.
“Stop being so stubborn.”
“I’m the least stubborn person on the planet.” And I’m not being snarky or cute when I say that. It’s the truth. People often say I’mtooeasy-going.
“Normally, yes,” Elisse says. “Except when it comes to him. And why is that, I wonder?”
“You know why.”
“I know what you tell us. But if Marilee can forgive him for his absence, why can’t you?”
Because he abandoned his sister when she needed him most. And yes, I know he had to have been hurting too, but to stay away for six years? Doesn’t he realize what he did to her? Especially considering everything she was going through with Donny.
So yeah. When someone hurts my friends—well, that’s hard to forgive. Add in his other offenses, and Blake the Flake Moffitt is basically the worst.
But I can’t say all of that, because if I do, then Elisse will just go down the “Lucy has a crush” rabbit hole again.
And that rabbit hole leads somewhere that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Like, we’re talking Narnia. Middle Earth. Better yet … Wonderland. (You know, because there was anactualrabbit hole in that one.)
Words clearly won’t work to convince Elisse that I don’t have feelings for Blake. There’s only one way to do that. “All right. Get me a grilled cheese and I’ll try it.”
“No way. Go get it yourself.”
I scoff and set my champagne flute on a nearby table. “I have no desire to talk to him.” Don’t want to ruin this wedding for myself—or others—by forcing a conversation between the two of us. How completely painful. “And I know he doesn’t want to talk to me.” Why would he want to talk to someone he finds so annoying?
My hands fist at my sides.
Elisse notices with an arch of her eyebrow. “Mmm hmm. So you’re going to give Blake the satisfaction of watching you starve?”
“Blake doesn’t care what I do.”
And he doesn’t care what I say either. Doesn’t care after the funeral that I begged him to stay, for Marilee’s sake. That I told him Donny was no good for her, that I needed his help intervening.
He just left anyway.
And thankfully, after tonight, I won’t have to see him again for a good long while.
“Come on,” I say. “Let’s dance.”
But at that moment, Marilee approaches with a plate of sandwiches. Andsweet macaroni—they look fantastic. Golden yellow cheese spills out from between two slices of crusty Texas toast, which are grilled to perfection and sprinkled with what looks like parsley. I can practically taste the butter and cheesy bread melting in my mouth.
“Here, Luce,” Marilee says as she holds out the plate. “I noticed you hadn’t eaten yet.”
Ugh, fine. At least I didn’t have to schmooze Blake to get one. And I can be certain he hasn’t spit on this one either. “Aw, you’re the best,” I say with false brightness. “Thank you.” So I take one. Just to be polite, of course.
Elisse snags one too, and Marilee takes the third.
I bite into mine and it’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted. Yes, my palate is limited to what we offer in Hallmark Beach, because I rarely travel anywhere else, but Tiny at The Green Robin cooks up a mean burger and basically anything else I crave.
But this … this reallyisgourmet.
And fine, maybe gourmet is sexy.
Because I want the sandwich, not the man who cooked it. Just clarifying.
