He’d already saved me. Thinking about it, he was pretty much making a habit of saving me.
As soon as the bathroom door swung closed behind Matt, I grabbed my purse and stood up. “Now’s my chance.”
Vann glanced over his shoulder. “You’re right.” Before I could completely walk away though, he added, “By the way, I think firing that employee makes you a smart boss, not a bitch.”
“Wha—?”
“I overheard him giving you a hard time. He’s an idiot. Don’t let him make you feel bad for doing the best thing for your business.”
I blinked, feeling unexpected moisture pooling along my lashes. “Thank you.”
The bathroom door made a creaking sound and we both jumped. “Run, Dillon.”
I hurried from the coffee shop with a smile I was unable to stop—no thanks to my actual date.
Nine
“The bride has arrived!”Kaya and I shouted from the booth we’d slipped into while waiting for the rest of the bridal party to join us.
Vera and Molly slid onto the seat across from us. Molly was dressed in black from head to toe as we had previously decided, and Vera wore a super cute turquoise ruffly top and black ripped skinny jeans. The sash we’d bought her was nowhere to be seen.
“You’re not wearing white,” Kaya protested the second they’d settled in their seats.
“And where’s the ‘Bridezilla’ sash?”
Molly leaned forward with raised eyebrows and pursed lips, confiding, “She’s been especially difficult today.”
An insulted laugh bubbled out of Vera and she slapped Molly’s shoulder. “Stop it.” She looked at Kaya and me and explained. “I don’t own anything white that fits right now. It was this top or a garbage bag. Who knew boobs could get this big!”
Molly rolled her eyes. “We all feel so sorry for you and your giant boobs.” To us she added, “And she looked great in everything she tried on. She’s just being high-maintenance.”
“I guess we’ll have to save our obnoxious sash for your bachelorette, Molls,” Kaya said, grinning.
Molly’s cheeks flamed red, making the prospect of parading her around Durham wearing a veil, a sash and a necklace made out of tiny penises that much more enticing!
Okay, she would probably fake her own death and run away to the Caymans before wearing penis jewelry anywhere, but it would be fun to watch her reaction when I pulled it out.
“I still think this should count as a double bachelorette,” Molly argued. “I mean, we might as well, since we’re both here and everything. Then we don’t have to try to align schedules again.”
To her point, it had been a nightmare trying to pick a night where all four of us could be together. The bridal brunch had been easier to plan, but even that was difficult now that Kaya had opened Sarita up to brunch on the weekends and Killian and Vera were getting closer and closer to opening.
“We’re not doing that,” Vera said vehemently. “You deserve your very own special night of embarrassment and debauchery.”
Molly pulled a face. “Debauchery? Do I have to?”
Vera looked at Kaya and me expectantly. “One of us has to do debauchery. It obviously can’t be me.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “Why can’t it be you?”
Vera pointed at her belly. “Um… pregnant. Remember? I can’t expose the baby to debauched things. That would be irresponsible parenting.”
“Uh, it can’t be me,” Molly repeated. “Imight be pregnant.”
The three of us bugged our eyes out at the same time. She pursed her lips together and shook her head, letting us know she wasn’t serious. I let out a slow breath. I wasn’t ready to be an aunt yet.
One baby at a time.
“Debauchery’s off the table for me too,” Kaya said with a wistful sigh. “The old ball and chain is surprisingly against it.”
