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“One sec.” I put the phone on mute and hurry out of my room and into Garrett’s.
“Garrett,” I whisper yell.
Why am I whispering? They can’t hear me.
He’s not in his room, so hopefully his bathroom.
I need to learn not to barge into places. Maybe I can have Evie write that down on a to-do list. Because I step into the bathroom, and my knees wobble, the butterflies taking flight in my stomach. My lips tingle and link to a throb in my core.
Garrett in a tux?
There. Are. No. Words.
Only heat that crawls through my body and leaves fire in its wake.
“Ames? What’s up? Everything okay?” He turns, his hands coming up to cup my shoulders.
“Um.” It’s all I can manage.
“Ames?” His gaze flits to the phone gripped in my hand. “Who’s on the phone?”
“Phone?” I echo.
Is it possible to lose brain cells from lust? Asking for a friend.
Half his mouth lifts in a smirk, and he gently pries the phone from my hand, his eyes widening when he sees who is on the line. “Your mom?”
I finally manage to surface from the gobsmacked state I’ve been in since I walked into this bathroom. “Yours too.”
“Great,” he mutters and rolls his eyes. Unmuting the phone, he puts it on speaker so we can both hear. “Hello?”
“Garrett!”
“Hi, Mom.”
“You’ve been ignoring my calls, son,” she chastises.
“Sorry. We’ve been a little busy.” He looks at me with a question written on his face, and I nod before shrugging.
Sounds good to me.
“It’s in the parent rulebook. When we call, you’re required to answer,” she says, and Garrett and I share a smile.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Garrett, is my daughter with you?”
“Hey, Julie. Yeah, she’s here. I’ve got you on speakerphone.”
“Two for the price of one,” Mom says quietly. She must be talking to Libby. “I’ll ask you the question I just asked my daughter. Why did we have to hear about you getting married through the internet? Neither of you thought to call your mothers?”
He reaches up and grips the back of his neck with a sigh.
“Sorry, Mom. It was…” I stare at Garrett and try to telegraph a message to him. It was what? What story are we going with?
“It was an in-the-moment kind of thing,” he says. “We didn’t want to wait.”
So, we’re pretending with them too.
