“I don’t want to.”
“Yes, you do,” Hudson says.
“What is this—an interrogation?”
Hudson grins. “Maybe. We’re trying to get you to confess.”
“Confess what?”
“That you’re interested.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m about to tell your fiancé on you. She told you to stop bugging me about this.”
“Yes, but that was before I had evidence.”
“What are you talking about now?”
“Emma. Show him exhibit A.”
Emma flips her camera around and scrolls through her photos. She tilts it my way when she finds what she’s looking for. This photo was taken earlier at rehearsal. Morgan and I are exiting the sanctuary arm in arm. Our heads are turned toward each other, and she’s laughing. I’m gazing at her with an easy—some might say, infatuated—smile. Clearly, she has my full attention.
“So? I told a joke. She laughed. Big deal.”
“Wait, there’s more.” She scrolls through photos in different settings—all of me gawking at or talking to Morgan. The last is from just a few minutes ago. Uncle Charlie is talking, and I’m staring across the room.
I laugh it off. “Emma, you’re creepy. You know that, right? How did you even take that?”
“I’m creepy?” She swats at my arm. “You’rethe one staring at the beautiful girl who’s sitting all alone. Maybe she’s sad because you’re ignoring her.”
“She’s been ignoringme.”
Emma jams a fist onto her hip. “Go talk to her, big baby.”
My eyes go wide at this. “Whoa. Rude.”
She claps me on the shoulder. “Tough love, man. You need it.”
I sigh and crane around again. This time, Morgan’s looking at me, but she’s quick to duck her head.
“Well, that was interesting,” Hudson says. “As the cliché goes, you can cut the tension with a knife.”
“Can’t we please focus on your wedding? You’re getting married tomorrow. Big day and all.”
“I give you full permission to devote your attention to whatever’s going on here.” He indicates the vast space between Morgan and me.
“Admit it.” Emma bumps me with her shoulder. “You like her.”
“Okay, fine. I’m not not interested.”
My—um,well-meaning?—cousins high-five in front of my face, and then Emma steps back to snap a too-close photo of me. “I knew it. Called it.”
“You guys are so annoying.”
“But you love us.” He rubs his hands together. “So, what’s the plan? What are you going to do?”
“Plan? There’s no plan. She doesn’t even like me. Plus, her ex-boyfriend keeps calling. Maybe she still likes him.”
“Leo? That idiot? Nah.” He nudges me in Morgan’s direction. “Get over there, man.”
