Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 111400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“And we’re grateful you keep us all safe,” said Darlene warmly.
My mother spoke up next. “Well, I already said how thankful I am to be here, but I’ll say it again—it’s just so heartwarming to know that our families have been here for each other, through good times and bad, for so many years now.”
“I’ll second that,” Darlene crowed. “It has been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“Twenty-seven years,” my mom said. “We moved right before Cole started kindergarten.”
“That’s right.” Darlene shook her head, her eyes misting over. “I’ll never forget that first day. Griffin and Cole were so cute with their crisp new jeans and little superhero lunch boxes. Inseparable from the start. And you’re so right—we’ve all seen each other through many wonderful occasions and some sad ones. But we’re still here together, and that’s what counts. That’s loyalty.”
“Are we ever going to eat?” Griffin said, eyeing the turkey again.
Darlene clucked her tongue. “Patience, please. It’s your turn.”
“I’m grateful only one more person has to speak after me,” Griffin announced, “because I’m hungry and the food looks amazing.”
“Booooo,” Blair scolded, elbowing him in the ribs. “I’ll speak for both of us and say that we could not be more thankful for everyone around this table, and we’re so happy you’ll all be there in two weeks when we tie the knot.”
“Cheers to that!” my mother said, letting go of my hand to pick up her wine glass. “There’s nothing like a wedding to remind us all of the importance of love, commitment, and family!”
“You’re absolutely right, Barb.” Darlene lifted her wine glass too. “To love, commitment, and starting a family!”
“That’s not exactly what she said, Ma,” Cheyenne muttered under her breath, but I was probably the only one who could hear over the chorus of cheers and clinking glasses.
After everyone took a drink and began reaching for serving dishes, she and I exchanged a look and another inside joke of a smile.
Mothers, she mouthed.
Motherfucker, I mouthed back.
She laughed, tipping her head back like she’d done last night, and I wished more than anything that I could take her hand again. Kiss the back of it. Hold it on my lap under the table.
But I couldn’t.
Just friends, I told myself again. You are just friends because you like being single.
But I was beginning to like her more.
After coffee and dessert, Griffin and I moved into the den with after-dinner drinks to watch football, while Mariah, Blair, and Cheyenne stayed at the table and chattered nonstop about the wedding. My mother and Darlene began clearing the dishes, talking about who’d said what at the sewing circle last week, how my older brother Greg and his family were doing since he’d been transferred to Tokyo for a year, and whether the forecast for a lot more snow this week might deter some wedding guests from driving up to Cloverleigh Farms.
From my seat on the couch, I had a perfect view of Cheyenne’s back, and every now and again, she glanced at me over her shoulder.
“I heard you’re looking at buying a house,” Griffin said during a commercial break.
“From Moretti?”
He nodded. “He came in for an oil change yesterday.”
“Yeah. I think it’s time Mariah and I got our own place.”
“I agree. Good for you, man. I don’t know how you’ve been living back at home for so long. I’m here for an hour and I get hives.”
Tearing my eyes off Cheyenne, I took a sip of my bourbon, but when I heard her laugh, I looked again. She was giggling at something Mariah had said, but she must have felt my eyes on her because she glanced back and gave me that flirty little smile, the one that made me feel like she could read my mind.
“Christ, Cole.” Griffin laughed as he swirled whiskey around in his glass. “Why don’t you ask her out already?”
My pulse tripped. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious there’s something going on between you and Cheyenne.”
“There’s nothing going on.” My lip twitched, as it always did when I told a lie, and I tried to cover it with my glass.
“I’m totally fine with it, whatever you want to do.”
“I don’t want to do anything,” I said, more irritably than necessary, because I was caught in my own deceit. I wasn’t used to hiding things from Griffin, and it felt weird.
“Okay.” Griffin held up his palm. “I’m just making sure you know it’s cool with me, in case you were worried about how I felt.”
“I wasn’t.” Another lie.
Griffin had known me a long time, which meant he probably knew I was full of shit, but it also meant that he knew not to push it. “No worries either way,” he said, turning back to the game.
But the exchange had left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I felt uncomfortable the rest of the night. This is exactly why you should not mess around with your best friend’s sister, I reminded myself. Even with permission, it made things awkward.