“Nice ceremony,” Oscar said.
“Yeah.” I watched the way he was staring at Morgan, with that same look Gabriel gave Layana. “Ready for your turn next?”
“No,” he said. “But she’s worth it.”
I looked at Esme laughing as Layana hugged her hard. And I knew exactly what my brother meant.
“Tell her,” Oscar said.
“What?”
He nodded toward Esme. “It’s obvious. Tell her before you do something to screw it up.”
I felt heat carry up my neck as he so easily called me out.
The possibility of messing up terrified me. It was like quicksand. The more I struggled to find the right words to explain it, the deeper I sank into silence.
Oscar said, “Trust me.”
Whether he was speaking from experience or because he knew how I was, I wasn’t sure.
Morgan ran over and dove at him. He easily caught her, and they whispered to each other for a moment. He kissed the tip of her nose and set her down.
She turned to me, her cheeks pink. “Up for a job?”
“Tell me what I can do to help,” I said.
“Exactly what I was hoping you’d say. We need someone to pick up food for the bonfire afterparty.”
“I can handle that.”
“You might need help,” Morgan said.
I glanced at Oscar, even though the person I really needed alone time with was Esme. We had a lot to discuss.
“Oscar’s on the take-down crew,” Morgan said.
“Demolition,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
“No, no destruction,” Morgan said with a look of warning. “We’re taking everything down gently, so we can donate them to make someone else’s dream wedding come true, too.”
“Controlled destruction,” Oscar said.
I chuckled with a sense of relief. I was free and clear to invite Esme.
I started across the cave toward her.
And Chester stepped right in my path.
I tried to step around him.
He followed me step for step with a weird smile on his face. Everything the man did was weird.
I still couldn’t look at him without a visual of the saddle and cheese pirate getup filling my head.
“Excuse me,” I said, pressing forward despite his insistence on staying in my way.
“We’re going to get the food together,” he said.