“Yeah. It’s a pretty standard to-do list for an engagement party.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “You’ve done this before?”
“I’ve helped friends plan wedding stuff a few times.”
“Oh. Cool.” He clears his throat. “I haven’t. I’ve mostly just gone to bachelor parties.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
I type a few more things on the list, expecting Liam to make a joke, but he’s quiet.
“I’ll text you your to-do list.” I say. “Wanna meet next Wednesday evening so we can go over everything and make sure we’re on schedule?”
He frowns at his phone. “Yeah, that should work.”
“Okay. Great.” I take a long pull of my beer and check the time. “It’s getting late. I should go.”
“Hold on. We should toast before you leave.”
I raise my eyebrow at him. “Why?”
The corner of his mouth hooks up in a lop-sided grin. There’s a flicker in my tummy. I forgot how sexy he looks when he half-smiles.
“Why not?”
I sigh. “Fine.” I pick up my beer glass and hold it up. “What are we toasting to?”
He holds up his beer glass. “To our new partnership. I think we’ll have a lot of fun together these next few months.”
I let out an exasperated laugh before tapping my glass against his. I down the rest of my beer and set the empty glass on the table.
“Wow. That’s optimistic,” I say.
Liam leans back in his chair and rests his hands behind his head. “I’m a glass-half-full kind of guy.”
“Whatever,” I mumble as I grab my bag.
I walk out of the bar, certain that these next couple of months with Liam will be the opposite of fun.
Chapter 3
Kendall
Isit in a booth at the back of the pub where I agreed to meet Liam and stare at my phone screen.
My jaw tenses. That jerk is an hour late.
I exhale sharply. Who am I kidding? He’s not coming.
I shouldn’t be surprised. This whole week, Liam has ignored most of the texts I sent him. It’s not like I was asking him random things. Every time I messaged him, it was about Micah and Aidan’s wedding. Out of the dozen questions I asked him, he answered maybe three.
And when I texted him yesterday to make sure he was still free to meet me, he never replied. He just left me on read, so I know he saw it. I should have known he’d stand me up. He couldn’t accomplish the simple task of replying to my texts. Why did I think he would actually show up and meet me here?
The server stops by. “Can I get you another drink?”
“No, thanks. Just the check.”
She walks off and I text my Auntie Christina.
