“You? Impossible,” I say.
“That’s what I said.” Magma smiles.
Robyn appears on my other side, all light and happiness. “We’re taking Cath to dinner after the rehearsal. You guys should both join us.”
“Sorry, Robyn. I have work to do,” Flint says. “I’m under the gun to get the Mistveil frontline up and running. My PA starts Monday, but until then, the admin is all my responsibility, and I’m buried.”
“It’s Saturday night,” Robyn says, frowning. “Surely you can take a few hours for dinner?”
“I really can’t.” He shakes his head. “I’m blocking out the whole of next weekend for the wedding. That’s the best I can do right now.”
“I can’t make it either,” Magma says. “I have plans.”
“He needs to video call his girlfriend,” Flint says, grinning. “It’s going to be one ofthosevideo calls, if you know what I mean.”
“He talks absolute crap.” Magma points at him. “We talked about this.” He gives Flint a look that says the conversation is done.
Flint laughs. “I’m teasing you.”
“You shouldn’t let him get to you,” Ridge says. He’s also smiling. “I think it’s great.” He pats Magma on the shoulder.
“I’m not video calling Brook later. It—” Magma starts to say.
“Can we have the groom up front,” the minister says from somewhere near the altar, “together with the rest of the bridal party. You should go outside, Robyn, with whoever is going to walk you down the aisle.”
“You’re up, Carla,” Robyn says, smiling.
“Me?” I frown, forgetting all about feeling like shit for a moment.
“Yes, you. My parents couldn’t make it. My dad hasn’t been well.”
“You said so,” I tell her.
“His heart wouldn’t take the existence of dragon shifters,” Cath says, glancing at the males.
“I’m sending them a video of the service,” Robyn says. “I need you to give me away, please,” she asks me, and a lump lodges in my throat. I swallow.
“Of course, I’ll give you away.” I smile, feeling a little lighter. “You’d better take excellent care of her,” I tell Ridge.
“I’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t,” Magma says in that deep baritone of his.
He’s taken.
I need to wrap my head around that fact and very quickly.
I still need a date for the wedding. I should have sorted it weeks ago, and I didn’t. I’ve been dragging my feet.
Why?
Was I secretly holding on to something? Hoping there was still— What? Something there, on his side? Did I really think we’d meet again and Magma would be single and suddenly want me?
Yes.
That’s it exactly.
That’s what I was hoping would happen, but he’s taken and will be having video call sex with his girlfriend later.
I’m alone and pathetic.
