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“Right here.”
But at the fifth name, they shook their heads.
“Joe’s still in bed,” Richard said.
“Too much partying last night,” Nate snickered.
My heart leaped. “Oh, a cancelation? What a shame.”
Nash grinned. John and Chico gave me two thumbs up.
I went through the rest of the list, worried they might have a late addition — like a cheerleader-type named Mindy one of them had picked up at a bar the previous evening. Hopefully someone other than the groom.
But no. No Mindy. No late additions at all. Just an inflatable sex doll with giant lips shaped for a blow-job — without the blowing, I supposed, unless the doll had an air cartridge wedged between those huge tits.
“Can Lola come?” Switalski asked, patting the doll on the ass.
I shoved the clipboard back at Madden. “Absolutely not.”
Then I hurried over to finish preparing the balloon. The sooner it was ready, the sooner I could get aloft — as copilot, clocking that last hour I needed. Ideally, before their buddy Joe decided to turn up after all.
“Can you drive the van today?” I asked Nash.
He grinned and thumped me on the back. “Absolutely.”
I nearly did a happy dance. For months, I’d dreamed about this day. Hooray!
But now that it was here, my elation was punctured with a thousand concerns. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “We got this.”
Chico and John nodded. “This is your chance, boss!”
It was, and I couldn’t believe it. Still, I hesitated. What if they got lost? What if they misjudged the landing and the basket was damaged? What if—
“Go,” Chico ordered with a huge smile.
I dashed back to Madden. “One less guest means you have space for a copilot.”
“Awesome.” He grinned and called out to Nash. “Your chance to fly, buddy.” Then he turned to the guests with a knowing grin. “Nash flew helicopters for the Marines, you know.”
He managed to make it sound as if he’d been on the front lines with Nash.
The guests looked suitably impressed, but Nash looked ready to kill Madden…unless I got to that rat first.
“I’m flying,” I hissed. “Not him. Got it?”
Madden ignored me. “Aw, come on, Nash.”
The guests called out too. “Yeah, man. We’d love to hear your stories.”
Nash’s eyes flashed, but he handled it well. “Ear infection. I’m grounded for two weeks.”
Total bull — and we wouldn’t ascend high enough for it to matter even if it were true. Madden ought to have known better, but he just shrugged.
“Whatever.”
Punching Madden wouldn’t accomplish anything, but I was sorely tempted. My dream coming true was notwhatever. It was everything.
