“Don’t remind me.”Seriously,don’t,cousin,because Ireally don’t want to start crying on the phonewhile you’re on your honeymoon.
“I feel like this is my fault.” Adanne huffed.
“It’s only your fault if you chose to have a wedding in August and I was compelled to wear really skinny, strappy shoes because of the heat.”
“But wedidplan a wedding in August.”
“And it was ridiculously hot, by the way.”
“Hence the reason we are honeymooning in Iceland.” John’s voice came through the line. Kenya grinned.
Adanne was not so amused. “So, itismy fault.” Her voice muffled at the end by a probable palm to the mouth.
“Dee, chill. I’m kidding. I made the choice to wear those shoes because I’m a grown woman, and I adored them.”
“You make the choice to wear those types of killer shoes daily.”
“I still think you should’ve worn some kind of heel instead of flats for your wedding.”
“You’ve given me a good reason why I’m glad I didn’t.”
“Ouch, cousin.”
“You know I value comfort, and you seem to value—”
“Yes, I value style and complication. And I’m also the one who attempted to take part in a slide that I didn’t know and had no business dancing in because I was trying to distract myself from a huge work mistake.”
“Wha—”
“Never mind that.” Oops, Adanne didn’t need another worry added to her shoulders when she should be living her best honeymoon life among glaciers and puffins and whatever else people saw when they went to visit Iceland.
“But seriously, I’m so sorry.”
“You are sorry that you had a wedding that was my pleasurenot only to plan but to be there for and be in because I am your cousin? And had a big part to play in this whole relationship?”
Adanne chuckled. “Of course you did. Never mind all the other parts between us that had nothing to do with you.”
“Exactly my point. This busted-up ankle has nothing to do with you.”
Adanne released her breath. “Okay. But seriously, how are you?”
Kenya huffed. “If I answer you, will you get off the phone and get back to your handsome Italian hunk of a man?”
“Thank you, Kenya!” she heard John holler from somewhere in the distance.
“Do you have me on speaker?”
Adanne chuckled. “Yes, he’s the one who actually thought it would be good to call you. We’re just waiting for a meal and thought it would be a good time to check on our favorite event planner.”
Kenya sighed. “I may not be the favorite event planner or aworkingevent planner much longer if I don’t get this ankle fixed.”
“Is it that bad?”
“Well, not initially, even though it was painful. But you know me, couldn’t take things sitting down, so I kind of had another accident at work.”
“Don’t tell me. I can somehow see that happening.”
Kenya didn’t know if she liked the sound of that. Those words seemed to identify her with getting things wrong more than right.
