AllFreeNovel
Share Us
With the wedding days away, Cruz took me up on my offer to give him a fresh look.
“You still have some length on the top.” I pull the warm towel off his neck.
“And that’s a wrap. You are officially off.” Shelby swooshes by, taking the towel on her way to the back. “I’m now the boss.”
Shelby was more than willing to handle the salon while I’m in Kentucky. She and another stylist will share opening and closing, but Shelby is the primary point person.
I don’t usually take time off, but when I was in the hospital, Shelby stepped up to help my mom run the business while I recuperated.
“And this is for you.” Ginger serves everyone a glass of wine, toasting, “Our vacation starts now.”
“By the look of her baggage, not sure this is a vacation.” Shayla gestures to the two large standing travel organizers by the desk. “You do realize you’re in the wedding, right?”
“I may be a bridesmaid, but I’m also a stylist. It’s sacrilege to travel to such an occasion without my essentials.”
“I have to agree. Ember has been packing for days in case any adjustments need made to the dress on Saturday,” Cruz relays. “It’s quite the event.”
“I personally can’t wait to get there. Two weddings in less than four months are exhausting.” Shayla slices her eyes to me. “Promise me you won’t get married in the next three months.”
I choke mid-swallow. “W-w-what?” I gasp, wine sputtering everywhere.
“You’re obviously next.”
“I’m not getting married.”
Silence falls over the room, all eyes boring into me.
“Denial,” Cruz mutters.
“I’m not in denial. Ford and I just started dating.”
“Oh Lord, do these men screw these women into oblivion?”
I shoot him a nasty glower. “I’m not oblivious.”
“Apparently, you don’t see what we all see.”
My heart flips, and a brief sensation tickles inside.
“That man is in line to hand in his bachelor card, build a house, and fill it with the next generation of little badasses who will save the world.”
“You see that?” I croak, my throat suddenly dry.
They all nod in unison.
“I love him, but we haven’t even lived together.”
“He’s already informed us that is changing soon,” Alex states.
Ford hasn’t mentioned me moving in with him again since that morning. But the inference is always present. Especially the nights he works and leaves me at the townhome with ‘the look’.
The look that screams ‘you should be in my house right now’.
“You guys have been cool about him coming and going. Even with his erratic schedule.”
“We knew what we were getting into. Robbie broke us in years ago.”
I smile, sipping my wine carefully in case they want to drop another bomb.
