“I know, I just…”
“Besides, I wouldn’t miss the wedding of the year for anything,” she says sweetly.
Her car slows to a stop at the curb, the driveway packed full of cars, and the house looks busy as hell even from outside. She turns the car off, but neither of us get out.
“You know, I’m always here if you need me.” She gives me a half smile.
Despite the way our relationship has gone over the years, I know she has my back. She always has.
“Same,” I say, offering her a soft smile.
I stare out the window, noticing the crowd that is filing out onto the lawn. A photographer lines some folks up in front of my mother’s prized rhododendron. That’s when I see him.
Standing off to the side, hands in his pockets, looking handsome as hell. His dark hair is slicked back, and from the side it draws attention to his sharp features. His perfect jaw, his serious gaze.
The suits Austen picked out are pale gray to accent his charcoal one. Of course, we all have Tiffany blue vests and black ties to match the bridesmaids’ short blue dresses.
I sigh, opening the door, shoving down all my insecurities. I keep trying to tell myself Jordan is being an assbecause of him and not because of me, but when people constantly leave me the way they do, it’s hard to believe.
Britt grabs the boxes from the backseat. Within seconds she’s beside me, nudging me.
“If no one else tells you today, you look like a million bucks, Alex.”
I smile and it is genuine. “And you look like Lady Gaga launched a line at Animal Kingdom, but…”
She rolls her eyes. “Asshole.”
The endearment in her voice makes me feel a fraction better, until my mother comes waltzing across the lawn, champagne flute in hand.
“Alexander,” she scoffs. “You’re late.”
Shit, she’s full-naming me. She must really be pissed.
Before I can answer, the deep rumble ofhisvoice pulls my attention.
“Need some help, Alex?” Mack asks, making me turn around and nearly sloshing the coffees. Fuck!
“Uhhh…”
“Absolutely,” Britt says with a grin, shoving the boxes at Mack’s chest. “Thanks, babe,” she says, casting me a grin. One I know all too well.
“I’m going to head out to the church to check on the girls. I’ll see you later, Alex!”
Britt, you cheeky little cheetah, you.I want to be pissed at her for bailing on me, but howcan I when she’s only doing it to give me a chance to hang out with Mack. Alone.
Well, notalonealone. The house is crawling with people, but there’s no oneinthe house.
I brush past him, heading to take the lead and set my carriers down on the kitchen island. He settles the boxes of donuts beside them.
“Any word from Cameron yet?” I ask as I pop open a box and fish out one covered in pink icing and topped with an array of sprinkles.
“No,” Mack drawls, raising an eyebrow at me.
“What?”
“Pink sprinkles, Alex. Really?”
“Fuck yeah. Sprinkles are the shit.”
