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“Wilcox does possess such clout.” A warm-hearted smile slides into the conversation. “Regardless of him needing my clout or not, it would be an honor to support a worthy cause. I’m always in search of places where I can actually see the funding making a difference to the organization versus those who run it.”
The member of the royal family tips his glass towards him. “Cheers to that.”
New waves of awe wash over me to the point I’m left speechless.
Literally.
Speechless.
Of all the things he could’ve said or done to show that he’s not only sorry but understands me, understands what really lights up my life, this isn’t one that would’ve ever crossed my mind.
“Ohgod, not that,” Trenton abruptly criticizes the piece of jewelry the woman is presenting. “My deceased mother wouldn’t dare wear that on her wrist even in her grave.”
His blunt refusal receives warm laughs from us. Afterward, we resume shopping alongside casually chit chatting, the two of them mostly ironing out paperwork and timing details while I pick out something appropriate for my mom.
And Vanessa.
And Calen.
Calen who, to my surprise, I haven’t seen yet.
I wonder if his ass is shoveling back sushi in private knowing I can’t have any.
Post purchasing presents – that they’ll hold until we return ready to leave the event – we ditch our empty mocktail glasses and relocate to the “Trench of Treats”, the hallway like area where various food vendors are offering bite size samples of their seafood specialties.
Too many of which I can’t fucking have!
Wes pointing to seaweed based dishes has me repeatedly gagging – an action he does his best to apologize to each of the vendors about during our passing – however the second I sprint away to fuss at Calen, he abandons his efforts of kindness to maintain his position at my side.
“How. Dare. You.” The sharp finger wag he receives is executed in tandem with an unforgiving glare. “You’re over here shoveling back Tuna Tataki with jalapenos like a fucking whale shark while the most I can have is seaweed wrapped avocado?!”
My best friend guilty swallows the contents of his mouth. “I-”
“Betrayal!”
“I-”
“Absolute. Betrayal.”
“I wasn’t the one who knocked you up,” he playfully jeers back between wiping his fingers clean with his napkin. “You wanna be pissy at someone about you not being able to eat fish the way you want?” Calen kicks his chin at Wes. “Be mad at him.”
“Oh, she is,” my fiancé jovially jabs. “Livid almost every meal we have.”
“No one should have to eat this many vegetables!”
“Stop yelling,” chuckles the man I haven’t seen in a couple days courtesy of him prepping for his return to school. “We’re at a nice event for work, not in the back room at work.”
A second glare is quickly shot in his direction and more laughter can’t be helped.
And here’s another reason why I could never leave our institute for K&T.
I couldn’t make it without him.
I wouldn’t want to make it without him.
He’s been there for anything and everything I needed, especially during the rocky time with Wes.
Giving him up would suck worse than giving up Steven.
