I’m not sure if I’m more relieved or disappointed, but definitely curious about what he might have said.
I should already know—he’s with Abigail, so he would have said no. He said no when I asked him to come to the wedding with me, so of course he would refuse.
This isn’t Spencer’s thing anyway. He’s too much of a fixer. He’d take over the producing of the show before he got to go on one date with me.
Not that there would be any dates, because Spencer would never agree to this.
A little voice that sounds awfully like my mother reminds me that I wouldn’t have agreed to this if Spencer had come to the wedding with me.
Or if I had ever told Spencer how I felt about him.
That would mean admitting it to myself first, and I’ve always steered clear of that.
“We need to send three of the men home.”
I focus on what Rue is saying, how tomorrow morning there will be one red rose left outside a room, yellow roses of friendship for the men I’m sending home, and pink roses for everyone else.
The flower shop in town must be making a killing from this show.
“What do you want from me?” I do my best to keep my mind off thedid they or didn’t they ask Spencerdilemma and the frustration I feel that it’s even an issue.
“We need you to pick the three that are going home, plus the one who gets the first date,” Grayson says. He looks more exhausted than I do, his natty suit jacket thrown over a chair, shirt sleeves rolled up. This needs to be finished for the night.
I lean back in the chair, tilting my head to look at the ceiling. “I’m so tired I don’t think I can remember enough names for that.”
“I know it’s late, and there are a lot of them, but if you can’t remember their name or some trait, it’s a good indication you don’t want them here,” Rue points out.
“That’s a good way of looking at it, but I still feel I like need to phone a friend.” Another yawn. “Can I ask Camille?”
“We’re your sounding board,” Ria says in a firm voice. “And time’s up for three of them, so make your choice.”
I finally decide to send Desmond home because I found him too smooth; Eriq, who it turns out, was the slobberer; and Waylon because all I could think about when I saw him was the country singer, Waylon Jennings.
My father used to make us listen to old country music.
Plus, Waylon looks like a cowboy, and that’s never been my type. He’s cute, but a cowboy can’t handle me.
I’m honestly not sure how many of these men can.
After I give the exit orders for them, it’s time to pick who gets the First Date Rose. Who gets the first one-on-one date with me?
Grayson explained how it used to be—in other seasons, the one to get the First Date Rose was notoriously the first to be senthome. That it was basically picking who was the next to leave, but giving them a bit of hope before they got kicked off the show.
I have to think back, but I don’t think Odin got the First Date Rose. I think his was the second one-on-one date.
Either way, I think I’ll keep this little tidbit to myself, lest he be even more anti-Suitor.
Grayson also assures me it is entirely my decision, that he doesn’t want the producers to have that much say about who stays and who goes.
They also don’t give their opinion on whom I should pick. This is good because it’s my love story, but my eyes are bleary with lack of sleep and the faces of the men keep swimming through my mind, and I really wish one of them would just tell me who to pick.
I finally decide on Asani because I remember him. “And he was the first to meet me, so I think I should pick him,” I finish giving my reasonings.
“Are you interested in him?” Rue demands.
“Sure.”
That must not that been convincing enough because Ria gives it a try. “Are you interested in anyone?”
