Stacey smiles and looks at Oscar on his knee, and then Sienna and me chanting.
“Yes. Let’s do this.”
Hell, yes!
Oscar picks her up and kisses her. Now that is romantic.
“You’re getting married in thirty-ish days. There’s so much to do.” I squeal.
“Derrick, we will just go to Town Hall and get married. There’s nothing to plan,” Stacey says.
“We can have a wedding back in LA or anywhere else in the world later,” Oscar adds.
That makes sense. “You know how much I love a wedding, and I was kind of hoping at the next one I could bring a date.”
“A date?” Oscar and Stacey look at me.
“Yeah. Charlie.” I smirk.
“Jackson’s friend. The military guy?” Oscar questions me.
“Yes.” I sigh dreamily.
“Are you two a thing?” Oscar asks.
“Yes. Kind of. I’m going to head to Montana next week.”
“You are?” Stacey gasps.
“Yeah. I’ve missed him. We have really built this up over messages since Thanksgiving.”
“It’s been going on that long?” Oscar looks at me.
Stacey frowns. “But weren’t you hooking up with Chance?”
“Chance?” Oscar turns and asks his fiancée.
“Yeah, Derrick and Chance have been in this toxic on/off thing for years, because well, Chance isn’t out of the closet,” Stacey explains.
“I didn’t know he needed to come out. I kind of thought he was like Finn, likes to experiment at the club but is into women,” Oscar says.
“I can’t speak for Finn, but Chance definitely likes men more, I think,” I add.
“I don’t understand, but … so you cheated on Charlie with Chance?” Stacey’s eyes narrow on me.
“Hell no. At Christmastime, something happened between Charlie and me, and we stopped communicating until Finn and Isla’s wedding.”
“What happened? Did he cheat? Because if he cheated on you, D, I’ll …” Oscar growls.
“Ragnar, when you go rogue like that, you know it gets me all hot and bothered.” I pant, fanning myself which earns me a Viking glare. “He didn’t cheat. My God, the guy is a fucking saint, he’s so sweet, considerate, hot, those muscles, and that …”
“Don’t think we need to know that,” Sienna says, quickly covering my mouth with her hand.
“Let’s just say he’s big all over,” I tease, winking at my friends, who all groan. “Look, you know he and Jackson werein the same accident.” They all nod, and I can see Oscar’s eyes slightly widen. We weren’t around when Jackson was hurt, but Oscar was. “He suffers from PTSD, and when I called him, I triggered an attack and …”
“I’m sorry, D, you know that’s not your fault,” Oscar reassures me.
“Yeah, I do, now … but in that time Chance came around again, and I guess I was low, and he was giving me the attention he never had before, and we fell back into bed together and then I ran into Charlie at the wedding.”
