AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Nah. He’s not that far gone yet. Is he?” I would have said I’d know better than Kayla. Noah didn’t do a lot of interaction when the whole gang was around. He liked to hover on the edge and talk to one or two people at a time. I was always surprised he worked for a lobbying organization, where networking and schmoozing were part of the deal.
“Maybe not. But you should definitely talk to Megan and see if she gets a different feeling. How was poker?”
“Good. I broke even, so I’ll take it.”
She chuckled. “Yeah. I’m super worried about you losing a whole two dollars.”
“You never know. It could be the difference between feast or famine someday. The guys were definitely curious about our wedding date, though. Did you get a chance to talk to your folks and see what their calendar looked like?” I didn’t want to push, but I wouldn’t mind getting it set. I pulled into my parking space, switched the phone off of the car stereo system, and cut the engine.
“How do you feel about July?”
“This July or next July? Because I have different feelings depending on what you choose.”
Kayla laughed, loud and long. When she had her breath back, she said, “This July. As in a little over two months from today.”
“Then I feel very amenable. Can you have what you want on that timeframe?” I got out of my car and locked it, then looked around. I didn’t spot anyone hanging nearby, ready to ambush me on the way to my townhouse. There’d been a few reporters who tried when the media frenzy first started, but permit-only parking that was vigorously enforced seemed to have helped. I started toward the front door.
“Yeah. I don’t want huge. Just nice. The church is open the first and the eighth—do you have a preference?”
I slid the key into the lock and pushed open the front door. Inside, I closed and relocked it behind me. “The first. That’s sooner.”
“We’re on the same page there. And, hey, bonus, some years we’ll get a four-day weekend out of our anniversary because of the fourth. All right, I’ll get us on the calendar. What do you think about having the reception at Gadsby’s? I happened to notice that’s an option. They have that big back patio area, and no one could do better with the food.”
“Sold. Do you want me to get in touch with them and arrange that?” I suddenly didn’t feel like I was pulling my weight. “I want to help.”
I kicked off my shoes and scooted them out of the middle of the floor so Megan wouldn’t trip on them when she got home. I should probably talk to her about living arrangements tonight, too. If Kayla and I were…wait. “Do you want to live here, after? Or we could buy something else in the area if you’d rather. Something that was just ours right from the start.”
“I love your townhouse, but I don’t want to displace Megan. I know she enjoys being able to walk to work. I’d also been thinking I could offer her my apartment until the lease runs out. It’s a longer drive, so she might not want it. I don’t really have a problem with her staying put either. I just don’t know if she’d want to live with newlyweds.”
My face heated. I wasn’t sure about my sister living with us either. “I’ll talk to her tonight. If she wants to stay here, do you mind us finding our own place? Or we can live in your apartment until we find something or the lease is up. I’m fine with whatever means we’re together.”
“Why don’t you see what Megan wants and we’ll go from there?”
I nodded even though Kayla couldn’t see me and headed into the kitchen. “All right. I guess I’ll let you go. I love you, sleep well.”
“I love you, too. Night.”
I tapped my phone and ended the call before tucking my phone in my pocket. It was good to have a date. Kayla had never answered me about who was going to get in touch with Gadsby’s. I’d follow up with her in the morning.
My life had changed a lot this week. I was grateful that for now, at least, the good changes were outpacing the bad.
29
KAYLA
“Shotgun!” Megan raced to my car when we hit the parking lot after church.
“What are you, twelve?” Whitney shook her head and glanced at me. “Is shotgun still a thing when you’re thirty?”
I shrugged. “Driver still picks tunes, so I don’t know why not.”
“Seriously?” Whitney laughed. “All right, well I guess I’m in the back seat listening to Taylor Swift.”
“Tell me you mind.” Because really, who didn’t love Taylor? She had fans from twelve to sixty. Maybe older. She was timeless.
“I mind the back seat.” Whitney scowled at my car. “After the first stop, we’re alternating.”
“What? No fair. I called it.” Megan crossed her arms.
