“But you have to come! You may not be in the wedding, but you’re still a big part of our lives.”
“Did you fall and hit your head?”
She just laughs. “You’re so silly, Harp. Six o’clock. Don’t be late. Love you!”
I want to argue, but she hurries away before I can respond, leaving me staring in shock as she disappears from view.
Walking into the store, I’m stunned. Absolutely shocked.
“What’s wrong?” Ford asks, rushing around the counter and gripping my shoulders. “You look sick. Or like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I point over my shoulder with my thumb. “I, um, I think I sort of agreed to go to both the wedding tomorrow and the rehearsal dinner tonight.”
“Why?”
Blinking, I shake my head. “Did Kenzie slam her head into something hard that you heard about and I didn’t?”
Ford chuckles. “No.”
“Because I swear she must have head trauma to pull this. It was so bizarre, Ford.”
“Bizarre even for Kenzie?”
“She called me ‘love you’ before she ran off. She’s never said that to me before. Ever. Even when we were friends.”
Something flickers across Ford’s face, reminding me why I love talking to him—he doesn’t hide his emotions, even if he doesn’t always verbalize them.
“I’m going with you.”
I almost tell him he’ll be there regardless, but then I remember he quit as Asher’s best man. “You don’t have to—”
“You are not going in there alone. It sounds like a trap.”
It really does. That’s why I’m so shocked. What does Kenzie have planned? I hug him tightly and sigh, deciding it’s better to discuss our future after Christmas. I need him by my side tomorrow.
“This is so not how I want to spend my holiday.”
“And how do you want to spend it?”
Laughing, I smile against his chest. “Honestly? I’d love to spend the entire day in bed.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.”
“Not like that. Well, maybe, but that’s not what I meant.”
“It’s what I mean.”
He laughs, and the vibration against my cheek is soothing. We haven’t been together since the coatroom, and the longing for him is palpable. We’ve kissed and explored, but we haven’t truly come together again, despite how much we both crave it.
“I have a question, and I need you to tell me the truth,” Ford says.
Leaning back, I frown. “I don’t lie to you, Ford.”
“And no excuses or comments like ‘nothing’ or ‘never mind.’ Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Because it’s been bothering me for over a week.”
