I don’t know, but seeing it on his finger may well stop my heart from beating.
I’m going to throw up.
“Please Gin. Change the topic.” I take the ring back from her and hide it away in my purse. “Talk about you for five minutes. Or five hours.”
“Well…” Her face lights up. “I do have something to tell you, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it much. But you’re the only person I can tell, and I have to confide in somebody.”
“What is it?”
“Okay.” She lowers her tone. “You know Nickel?”
Oh, God. She slept with him. When? And I didn’t stop it. What kind of a friend am I? I should have been at her side day and night instead of consumed with my own problems.
“He stopped by last night,” she says, confirming my absolute worst fear.
“You slept with him?”
“No!” she says, and I exhale. “We just played guitar and sang and talked all night, well, until three a.m., and then he left. Dave was out drinking, whatever.” I can tell how this hurts her, but she moves on. “Nickel came by with the final playlist for the reception. And we got to hanging out, and we just have so much in common. I didn’t know boys could be this interesting!”
I rest my cheek on the palm of my hand and review what’s happening right now.
Ginny’s more excited about a new boy than the man she’s due to marry in four days.
And I narrowly avoided kissing Logan right before his wedding to another woman.
Things are shaping up to be far more interesting than I’d like them to.
Logan
The bachelor party for Dave is never-fucking-ending. We’ve been at the bar for hours, and once I nixed meeting up with the girls, all Dave wanted to do was stay here and drink. Listening to a drunk Dave whine about the wedding is worse than when he’s sober.
“You need to talk to her,” Blake says to Dave. “You and Ginny aren’t on the same page right now, dude.”
Dave does his usual when he’s uncomfortable. He reaches for his drink.
But I’ve had enough.
I grab it out of his hand and hold it out of reach.
“Talk to her, you fool,” I say. “Before you rush down that damn aisle.”
“Oh, you should fucking talk,” Dave says to me angrily. “You’re getting married just as quick, but you don’t even know Gigi, and she’s not pregnant! You have no reason to rush.”
“Plus,” Blake cuts in, his expression triumphant. “You have another woman out there that you’re thinking about right now. Don’t you, Wild?”
Dave laughs as I shoot Blake a murderous glare.
“Not your fucking business,” I growl.
“Same here.” Taking advantage of my distraction, Dave grabs his drink out of my hand. Then, he swallows it in one gulp and slams it on the bartop. “We can’t all be you and Macey where you grew up together but nothing tears you apart. Not a drunken Vegas marriage, not marrying somebody else…nothing. I envy you, Logan.”
I turn away from him. Because he’s wrong. Marrying somebody else will for sure tear Macey and me apart.
96
Macey
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