The reception
equaled dream worthy too. The white tent was back in place with a dance floor,
a DJ, and a table with a spectacular cake. Austin sat at the head table, so I
sat with his parents.
“I’ll join you in
just a few,” he whispered into my hair and kissed my neck. “You are so
beautiful.”
My heart flipped
over in my chest. Seriously. It did a complete 360. I knew it was impossible. I
knew I’d be dead if it had truly flipped, but God did it feel like it. The hair
on the back of my neck stood, and I wanted him by my side. My eyes
followed him all the way back to his seat. When he sat, his glance caught mine.
Both of us smiled.
The toasts by Ali
and Ryan were filled with memories held by lifelong friends. Friends that would
be friends forever. I had only a couple of close friends. Austin’s history was
full of positive, fun memories. Mine, well, it wasn’t. For the first time in my
life, I had hope.
The tap on my
shoulder startled me, and when I shifted around, Nick stood glaring at me. He
wore his jeans, Harley boots and sleeveless shirt.
“Nick!” I gasped
mortified and then immediately ushered him away from the reception so there
wouldn’t be a scene. Thank God everyone was preoccupied with the wedding couple
at that moment. “What in God’s name are you doing here?” I hissed scrambling
away.
How was him being
there even possible? This was ridiculous. He had to have hopped on a damn
airplane as soon as Austin hung up on him last night.
“I know you don’t
love him. This is bullshit. This is about the money, Pheebs.”
He wore the Harley
Davidson shirt that I’d bought him last year. I couldn’t stand him.
I negated his words
with my head shake. “No. You’re wrong. This has nothing to do with the
money. You need to leave. Now,” I gritted through clenched teeth so scared that
Austin and I were only in the middle of working through this. It was too
soon for something more to happen.
“I’m sorry,” Austin
growled from behind me. “You’re who the fuck?” he spat out at Nick. God, how
was this happening? I wanted to cry. I wanted to run. I didn’t look at Austin.
“I’m Nick.”
“I had a feeling.
May I see your invitation?”
A confused
expression crossed Nick’s face.
“Oh, you don’t have
one?” Austin asked. “In that case, get the fuck outta here. We are not gonna to
do this here. Not tonight.”
Nick stepped closer,
expanding his chest like this was going to come down to a pissing match. “I’m
not goin anywhere, pretty boy.”
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