She nudges me when we return for our second load. “Look who it is.”
Will and Emma are walking down the boardwalk. Emma holds her camera with one hand and waves with the other.
Will avoids my gaze and addresses Ava. “I heard you needed a photographer.”
Ava rushes to Emma. “Thank you. Thank you. You’re a lifesaver. Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. I’d love to.”
“Thank you so much.”
As we lift boxes of flowers from the florist’s van, Emma edges in closer to Ava. “So…how’s everything inside? Is the archway these two put together still standing?”
My mouth drops open, and Will glares at her.
Ava only laughs. “Yes. Everything is good. The florist is decorating the archway now.”
Emma winks, and rubbing the back of his neck, Will finally meets my eye.
I pretend to wipe sweat from my brow. “Whew.”
At least, Emma didn’t tell Ava about the leftover piece. Instead, she snaps photos as Ava and Fran make sure the florist knows what to do. Emma and I carry flowers to Tonya at the pavilion, and Emma explains her plan to capture a brief send-off message from each person in the bridal party. I love the idea and promise to let her record mine later. But what’ll I say?
Will returns to the other groomsmen, and Emma accompanies to capture their prewedding shenanigans.
I never had a chance to talk to him. It seems he didn’t want to anyway.
On my way back to the chapel, I pull out my phone and shoot him a text.
Morgan: Thank you. Emma’s going to do a great job.
When he replies with a thumbs-up, I frown at my phone.
Ava waves me over to the golf cart where she’s waiting for Fran to stop micromanaging the florist.
I slide in next to her.
She nods at my phone. “Leo?”
“No. Will.”
“Why the frown?”
I lift a shoulder and show her the short conversation. “He’s done talking to me. Or even looking at me, for that matter.”
A crease sinks into the skin between her brows. “You never told me how your talk with Leo went.”
“It was all right.”
She lets out an exasperated breath as the breeze rustles her hair. “Morgan. Details. He didn’t come all this way to accompany his mom. What did he say?”
“Fine. He says he misses me.”
She sits straighter. “I knew it. And do you miss him?”
I rest against the seat. “No. Not at all.” It’s entirely true. “I mean, I did for a while. But not anymore.”
Ava shoves her hair aside and rests her elbows on her knees. “So, not a love triangle after all.” She winks. “Enemies to lovers it is.”
