She snorts. “True. Anyway, how can I help you, Matt?” she asks, and the low tone in her voice tells me something’s not all right with her, even with all the joking.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get your message until now. I swear, I wasn’t ignoring you, Alex, I wouldneverignore you.”
“Okay,” is all she says.
Great, one-word answers.
My nerves are back, and my stomach is flipping in on itself. I want to be sick all over Scott’s car as he drives toward my house.
“I have a good excuse,” I say, wanting to defend my actions.
“It’s okay, Matt. I’ll talk to you tonight when I come over. Maybe, I’ll see.”
“Is everything okay?”
“I think so. I’m just, um… I’ll talk to you tonight, okay?”
Tensing up, I feel like this sounds serious.
Is she sick?
Is something wrong with her?
I can’t help myself, and it comes out before I can stop it. “Alex, are you sick?”
“No, nothing that serious. It’s nothing really. Don’t even worry. I’m just being stupid, probably.”
“You could never be stupid.”
She chuckles, and the line is quiet for a while. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“’Kay, see you soon.”
She ends the call, and I furrow my brows, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Scott looks at me and raises his brow. “That sounded intense.”
“Yeah, I get the feeling something’s up with Alex, but I have no idea what.”
“She’s a mystery, our Alex. Hot as fuck, though. If you don’t mind me saying so,” Scott states.
I raise my brow, and he winces, turning back to face the road. He continues driving without any more talk of Alex for the rest of the car ride home.
Probably a good thing too.
Or I might have ended up having a few words with him if he’d said anything else about her.
ALEX
After grabbing a tub of ice cream and driving through the drive-thru of our local Taco Bell, I’m almost to Matt’s, and my stomach feels tight. I’m nervous about seeing him tonight. I’m not sure what happened today to make him not talk to me all day. He’s never done that. We generally talk a few times throughout the day, and today was radio silence after I asked him to come and chat with me.
Does he know what I am thinking?
And maybe he doesn’t want that?
Maybe I’m overthinking things and making this more than what it is, and he’s pulling away from me? If I don’t settle my racing mind, I’m going to be physically sick.
All I know is that Matt means so much to me, and this wedding is only four days away. And with me not having met Ronan yet and him not having met either of his girls, to me, the logical conclusion is for us to go to the wedding together.
