Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Ah, I’ll come early,” he decides. “We can watch everyone arrive and dish about what they’re wearing. Ooooh! Do you think Cousin Brandy will have another wardrobe malfunction?”
Oh God, and repeat the Strapless Bra Mishap of last year? I hope not. My sister, Tammy, still has nightmares about that. It happened at her and her husband’s anniversary party, and she’s never forgiven our cousin for it.
“I already made Brandy send me pictures of every item of clothing she plans to wear,” I assure him. “We should be good.”
“Way to crush my dreams.”
I snicker. “What do you need to see tits for? Wouldn’t you rather my cousin Andy’s tuxedo pants popped open and flashed some dick?” Andy is Brandy’s twin brother. No joke. My mom’s sister—Aunt Val—is terrible at naming children. Andy and Brandy’s little brother is named Chuck. Not even short for Charles. Just Chuck.
“Ooooh, Andy will be there? He’s almost as dreamy as Jamie.”
“Ew, Dyse. You are not allowed to drool over my little brother.”
“You’re right. I’m not allowed to now. I missed my chance. I cannot believe Jamie is marrying a man. It’s like the universe is having a laugh at me right now. If I thought there was even a two percent shot Jamie was bi, I would’ve blown him in the high school locker room while I had the chance.”
“Omigod, no thank you for that image.”
“I’m seriously heartbroken, Jess. This is worse than opening up Brandr and seeing guys on there who used to stuff me into lockers. Jamie was one of the good ones. And he’s marrying a celebrity athlete. He should be marrying me.”
I take a sip of my tea, then a deep breath. “Are you going to be able to contain your disappointment tomorrow? Because I really need your help.”
“Sure.” He sniffs. “Maybe I’ll catch the bouquet.”
There won’t be a bouquet, but he doesn’t need to know that yet. I flip to the back page of my day planner, where I jot down last-minute notes about the wedding. “Oh, hey, I’m going to need you to sit on Wes’s side of the aisle tomorrow. All his teammates will be there, but I’m not sure that’ll be enough to balance out the Canning side.”
“Baby, you had me at teammates. Please tell me there won’t be enough chairs and I’ll have to sit on one of their laps.” Dyson chuckles. “You know my life’s goal has always been to be a puck bunny.”
Trust me, it’s overrated, I want to tell him.
“Besides,” he adds, “if there’s one queer hockey player, there have to be more.”
Dyson is the biggest flirt I’ve ever met. I swear, he probably flirts with himself in the mirror when he’s home alone. “Look, I want this to be a classy ceremony,” I say. “Don’t flirt until at least the reception.”
“I’ll be a perfect gentleman,” Dyson promises.
“Thank you.”
We hang up a few moments later, and I quickly go over the rest of my list. As long as the minister and the caterer show up, along with the tables and chairs I’ve rented, the show could go on. But I won’t be satisfied by merely pulling this off. It has to be perfect. It needs to be such a gorgeous wedding that people are talking about it for weeks.
Once I’m satisfied I’ve covered every detail, I finish off my tea, drop my mug in the kitchen sink, and wander around the apartment turning off lights. I have a bad habit of leaving every single light on. When I was in high school, my dad used to take a percentage of the money I earned at my part-time job at the ice cream parlor to put toward our electricity bill. He claims I was to blame for how high the bills were. I call bullshit, but I can’t deny I suck at remembering to turn off lights.
My bare feet slap the hardwood as I walk into my bedroom. I’m nervous about tomorrow, but excited too. Jamie and Wes are going to have such an amazing life together. I’ve never met two people more perfect for each other. Even Tammy and her husband, John, who are disgustingly in love, don’t seem to have that same deep, tightly woven bond that my brother has with Wes.
I wonder what that feels like. Loving another person so much that they become a part of you. I thought I’d been in love before, but sometimes, when I watch my brother and Wes together…I question everything I’ve ever felt in the past.
Sighing, I crawl under the covers and push aside my deep thoughts. I need to get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy, busy day.
The moment I close my eyes, a loud bang bursts through the apartment.
It takes a second to realize that someone is knocking on the door. I shoot up in bed and flick on the lamp on the end table. It’s almost one a.m. Who on earth would—