Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Did someone just say Legally Blonde?” The screen door creaked open, and Lily walked into Ben’s cabin, smiling.
“Good morning, my lovely bride-to-be.” My buddy hammed it up with a big, goofy smile.
I rolled my eyes. “Morning, Lil.”
“What are you doing up so early, Dawson?” She walked to the table and kissed my cheek. “I thought you weren’t getting in until the middle of the night, so I figured you’d still be sleeping.”
“Things didn’t go exactly as planned.”
My very-whipped buddy put down his fork, pushed back his chair from the table, and patted his knees. Lily giggled as she climbed onto his lap and proceeded to plant kisses all over his face.
“Ugh,” I groaned. “I’m eating over here.”
“Dawson had an interesting evening.” Ben grinned. “He met Naomi…”
Lily’s eyes widened and a smile took over her face. “I knew you two would either hate each other or wind up humping.”
“The only humping last night was done by Leonardo.”
Lily’s nose wrinkled. “Ugh. Don’t tell me Naomi brought that stuffed turtle? Wait…” She reached out and turned my head. “Oh my God. You have a black eye?”
I nodded. “You can thank your friend for that.”
“Who? Naomi? What are you talking about?”
Ben proceeded to tell Lily the story, while I kept quiet and finished off the pancakes on my plate. When I was done, I plucked the rest of what was left on my buddy’s plate and ate those too.
“We’re going to need to add a stop at Macy’s to our to-do list,” Lily said.
“What for?” Ben asked.
“Dawson needs concealer for that eye.”
“Makeup?” I shook my head. “I’m not wearing makeup.”
“But you’ll look terrible in the photos.”
“Photoshop ’em.”
She sighed. “And here I was worried the fisticuffs this weekend would be you and Emily.”
“Emily? Why would I fight with her while I’m here and she’s in New York?”
Lily’s face fell. “Oh no.”
“What?”
“She didn’t tell you? Emily said she was going to tell you!”
“Tell me what?”
“That she decided to come to the wedding after all.”
***
“Sorry I’m late!”
Naomi rushed out of the back of a car looking a hell of a lot different than she had last night. Or was it this morning? I wasn’t even sure what day it was anymore. I’d only slept a few hours at Ben’s.
Her hair was down, styled in loose curls that framed her pretty face. The red blotches on her cheeks and neck were gone, replaced by smooth, pale skin. Her big green eyes were the same size now, and they didn’t need false eyelashes to get attention. Full red lips matched the color of her dress. She wasn’t showing much skin, yet she looked sexy as shit, and unlike the rest of the ladies in the bridal party, who were wearing sneakers, she had on four-inch sparkly silver stilettos that I wouldn’t have minded seeing her wear with nothing else.
The car she’d arrived in pulled away, and Cat, the woman that Ben had introduced a little while ago as the wedding planner, raised her hand.
“Alright, I think we’re ready to get started. This is as far into the park as cars can go. From here, we’re going to take golf carts. Tomorrow evening, we’ll all enter the same way we do today, but the guests have been instructed to arrive at a different entrance so no one will see the bridal party until we’re ready for the ceremony to begin.”
I caught my buddy’s eye and lifted one brow, as if to say, what the fuck is all this?
He responded with a shrug and a smile just as a caravan of golf carts pulled into the parking lot.
“Each club car holds four people,” the wedding planner continued. “Tomorrow the groom and best man will already be at the ceremony location, but for now, they’re going to take the ride with the bride and her dad. Evelyn and Jack, you’ll be walking down the aisle first, so if you can please take a seat in the front row of the first car, and Naomi and Dawson, if you would please sit in the rear-facing seat in the same car.” Cat rattled off more directions, and then we all headed to our assigned golf carts.
I held a hand out to help Naomi climb on.
“Thank you.”
I nodded.
She smoothed her dress as I took the seat next to her. “Did you hear from the cabin owner yet?”
I nodded. “I left a message on your voicemail earlier.”
“Shoot.” She opened her purse and pulled out her phone. “I didn’t get it. Or at least I don’t think I did. My cell service is terrible in the cabin.”
I’d wondered why she hadn’t responded. “Mine isn’t great either. I had to drive up to the highway and park at a trucker rest stop to call my office this afternoon because service kept going in and out.”
“What did the cabin owner have to say?”