“So, what are you going to do?” she asks.
“I don’t know. He won’t even talk to me,” I say shakily.
“Well, I bet he will come around. If his heart is anything like Ben’s, and I am sure it is, he won’t be able to avoid you forever.”
“Hopefully,” I say, and she stands up, pulling me into a real, genuine hug. It’s hard not to love her.
When we pull apart, she grabs me by the hands. “I have one favor to ask,”
“Anything,” I say.
“Will you help me pick out the perfect dress?” she asks, and my heart does a little backflip.
“Yes. Of course,” I say. “My other client just walked out so I am free…for the foreseeable future.”
“Great,” she smiles. “Because I am in the market for a kick-ass wedding planner.”
Chapter 39
Charlotte
“You’ve reached Gavin Lacey.I can’t get to the phone right now. Please leave a message and I’ll–”
It’s one thing for my calls to go directly to voicemail. I mean, he runs a resort. He’s a busy man. But it’s another thing when the phone rings a couple times before going to voicemail. It means his phone isn’t dead, and he’s not on the other line. It means he sees that it’s me before rejecting the call.
Rejecting me.
As if leaving every text on read isn’t enough.
“Still nothing?” Josie asks as I throw my phone down on the couch. She’s padding around the kitchen in her PJs, feeding her cat, and making coffee.
“Nope,” I huff, leaning back into the couch. “He has written me off forever.”
“Maybe try another route,” she says, picking up her cat and petting under his chin.
“Another route?” I ask. “Stalking is a felony.”
“Not stalking, per se. I mean, try going through someone he knows, Ben maybe.”
“I’m pretty sure Ben and Gavin still aren’t speaking,” I say.
“Still?” she asks, setting the cat down and picking up her coffee. “Even though they’re still getting married at the resort?”
“Yep,” I say. “And the wild part is I am meeting them at the resort today to organize some things.”
“Jesus, their family should be on a reality TV show,” she says, and she’s not wrong.
Holly and I are now friends. Ben and I are also friends. Ben and Holly are getting married at the resort. Ben isn’t speaking to Gavin, and Gavin isn’t speaking to me. Our situation would make a great Prime Time special for sure.
“Maybe when you go there, you can talk to Gavin,” she says. I’m already thinking about doing that very thing.
I bite my lip. It’s a Hail Mary. One that might piss Gavin off. It might even make me look desperate. But honestly, I am desperate. Because even if Gavin writes me off forever and I am a self-employed single mom who will die alone, I can’t live in limbo. Limbo is a Type-A’s worst nightmare.
“I’m going to do it,” I finally say. “I’m going to confront him while I’m there, whether he likes it or not.”
“Hell yeah you are,” she says. “You want me to come with you?”
“No,” I call back. “I think this is something I need to do alone.”
