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Em squealed, and I pulled the phone away, grinning like a fool.
“They’ve been trying to call me and stuff, but I missed every call—” I tried to tell them all the details, but Em stopped me.
“Go out to the parking lot. You’re scrambly.”
“I can hear you guys just fine. I’ll give Julie the papers and call you when I get to the car.”
“Just wait, dammit.”
I froze in place at Bash’s command. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Em was out of breath, though.
“Turn around,” Bash said.
I did, and my heart jumped to my throat. They were rushing in the main door, cheeks red, hair wild.
Em hung up and ran the rest of the way to me. I grabbed her and swung her around, kissing her neck and inhaling the sweet scent of her.
“Can we be there with you when you give them your contract?”
I pulled her away to arm’s length and nodded, my eyes getting misty. “Of course. What are you guys doing here?”
Bash shrugged and kissed my cheek. “We knew you were stressing about what was going to happen next year and we didn’t want you at the arena alone.”
“I love the two of you so much,” I murmured as they flanked me.
We marched to Julie’s office, and I signed the contract in front of them as Em cheered and Bash grinned.
“Why’d we have to ride a bus?” Lightning groaned, slapping the hard, brown pleather seat and shifting uncomfortably.
I shrugged and sprinted the rest of the aisle past him, slipping into a seat next to Em.
“Superstitions don’t extend to busses?” she asked.
“I’m not sure how deep Lightning’s superstition goes, and I wasn’t about to find out,” I whispered.
“Smart,” Em mused.
I lowered my bag into Bash’s seat in front of us so no one would sit next to him as he snored. He would thank me later.
We were headed to Carson, and the drive was only an hour, but I knew if Bash had to sit and chitchat with anyone, he’d be miserable during the entire retreat. This way, he could nap, I could have some one-on-one time with my girl, and everyone would arrive at the retreat happy.
Em yawned and rested her head on my shoulder. “Bash has the right idea.”
I stroked her hair, letting the soft curls fall between my fingers, and within minutes, she was out.
Her phone buzzed, and she stirred a little, so I rubbed her back and she relaxed again. A second later, my phone buzzed.
Slipping it out of my pocket as efficiently as I could without waking her, I almost wished I hadn’t seen the message until after the retreat.
Or at least while Bash and Em were awake.
Harriet: The canopies we sourced for the new venue were damaged during an event this weekend :/ Working with a new rental company. Will keep you updated!!
I typed back a message, thanking her and letting her know we’d be without reception for a few days. My fingers hovered over the screen before I sent it, tempted to tell her not to bother.
After we got home from the lake house, we’d tried to discuss the wedding, but it was clouded with so much stress, none of us were up to it. And now this? I knew weddings were hard and hectic, but why? Was it a requirement? Some gauntlet to prove our love to one another?
