Page 83 of The Bridges I've Burned

Good God, that’s adorable.

“So, I wanted to run something by both of you.”

Our eyes met as we waited for her to elaborate. He smirked, and suddenly, my stomach felt like it was doing a cliff dive off the Empire State Building.

“Zander, I know you are taking Hendrix back today, right?”

“Yep,” he answered. “Leaving in about an hour.”

“Right,” she answered, and I swore I could feel her grin from here. “Well, Elena and I had planned on driving up the coast to pick up my wedding dress. And since you still need to get measured for a suit, I thought maybe?—”

“You want Zander to pick up your wedding dress?”

An amused expression painted his handsome face.

“No.” She laughed. “I want you to go together.”

“What?” I stared down at the phone like I expected her to pop right out of it and explain herself.

“This just makes sense, honestly. Zander’s already gonna be up that way, and Macon hates the idea of me being that far away from him?—”

“It’s a few hours up the coast,” I protested. “And doesn’t he travel all over the county for work?”

“He does, and don’t remind him. He’s already threatened to drag me with him the next time he boards that ferry.”

“It’s not a threat, Marin. It’s a promise,” he growled in the background, making me roll my eyes. “The swan quarter ferry takes two and a half hours to get back here.”

That man was going to drive her nuts through her entire pregnancy.

“Anyway,” she went on, “you’re the only one I trust to pick up my dress, and while you’re there, you can help Zander out as well.”

“I thought we were going to have a shopping day,” I complained.

Everyone needed one of those while on vacation, right?

Plus, what the hell? Who did she think she was? Marin the Meddler?

“I know.” She sighed heavily into the phone like breaking this news broke her heart. She wasn’t fooling me in the least. “But yesterday really wore me out, and it’s probably best if I rest. For the baby,” she emphasized.

Man, she was laying it on thick.

It took everything in me not to roll my eyes. I looked up at Zander, and that same sly smirk was plastered across his face.

“No problem, Marin. We’ll take care of it,” he answered. “Go take care of yourself.”

“Thank you, guys.” She acted relieved. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

Marin hung up, and I grabbed my phone and finished the last sip of my coffee.

“Looks like we’re going on a road trip.” Hendrix grinned.

“And I’d better go get ready,” I added. “Don’t want to make you guys late.”

“You okay with this?” Zander asked as I set my coffee cup in the sink.

I placed my hands on the counter and turned to him. “Depends,” I deadpanned.

His eyes searched mine. “On?”

---