“Yeah, because I make out with all my friends when I’m drunk.”
Narrowing my eyes, I glare at her. Gina has made out with every single one of her friends while drunk. I wouldn’t be surprised if she went further at times.
“Okay, bad example. No, he’s not just being a friend. He’s being protective. The type of guy Asher never was, and everyone knows Ford’s had a thing for you.”
“You’re crazy. He’s Asher’s best friend. That’s all.”
“Then why is he so helpful instead of avoiding you like a normal best friend to your ex would?”
Gina has a point. I don’t have a solid response. I’ve wondered it myself, and Ford didn’t have an answer when I asked him. He can’t like me, can he?
“Harper?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry.”
Sitting up, I frown. “For the shots? I’m over that now. My head still hurts, but—”
“No, not that. Well, kind of that.”
“Did you know about Asher and Kenzie sleeping together before he called off the wedding and not tell me?”
I can’t believe Gina would do something like that. If she had, Kenzie would be in serious trouble, and Gina would have led the charge to find her. My sister thrives on extremes.
“No! If I had known, neither of them would be walking down the aisle. Someone would have to roll them in wheelchairs. And that’s assuming they got out in time for the wedding.” I smile at her dramatic flair.
“Then why do you feel guilty?”
“The timing of my wedding is all wrong. Lance suggested we pick Christmas Eve just to get back at Asher for what he did to you. While it would have been entertaining to watch Kenzie freak out, I couldn’t take your day. I know you always dreamed of getting married on Christmas Eve.”
Taking her hand, I squeeze it gently. “I understand why it’s happening so soon. I don’t blame you for anything. Does it sting a bit since I had hoped to be planning my own wedding? Sure. But I genuinely want this for you, Gina.”
“I feel like I need to do this in the right order, with some traditions for my baby. It’s hard to explain, but I know I’m a bit of a mess. If I could, I wouldn’t choose December for the wedding. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
“I know how much Asher hurt you, and I’m really sorry you have to help me through this. It just makes you the better sister.”
Smiling, I pull her into a hug as tears spill down her cheeks. “I’m not the better sister. It’s your wedding month, and the last thing you should be worrying about is me.”
“I just need you to know I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. Just because I had to let go of my dream doesn’t mean I can’t be happy for you. Although, I do wish you’d picked Christmas Eve.”
Gina sniffs and pulls back. “Really? Why?”
“Then I’d have a real excuse to skip Kenzie and Asher’s wedding.”
“If I wasn’t pregnant, I’d totally postpone their wedding. I just don’t want to give birth in prison.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Oh, I know. Speaking of birth… Ford knows you’re pregnant.”
Her jaw drops. “You told him?”
“No, he figured it out when he saw me taking shots for you. He’s pretty observant, but he promised not to say a word.”
“See? He is watching you, Harp. I trust him. Ford has become a bit chattier than usual since you came home. I wonder if that’s just a coincidence.”
