Page 22 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

He huffed. “I can tell because you have that ga-ga look of being in love.”

“Which you know something about?”

Mel grinned. “I get that same look on my face every time my wife wears a fuzzy sweater.”

I almost choked. He sounded one hundred percent serious. “I’m sorry, a what?”

“You know, a big, bulky, fuzzy sweater.”

“That’syour thing?” I asked.

He shrugged. “With a pair of tight pants.”

To each their own, I guess.

“We’re ten minutes away,” Mel reported.

I gave Victoria the update.

She sent a thumbs up in return.

When I stopped typing, I noticed that my knee was bouncing up and down like crazy and that I was chewing on the inside of my cheek. Both bad habits that manifested when I was nervous.

I needed a distraction, so I sent another text to Victoria.

Logan:How did the Wedding BINGO go last night?

Victoria had told me that it wasn’t a big deal for me to miss the first day of the celebration, because I wasn’t the only plus one who couldn’t be there. According to her, they’d kicked everything off with a luau, complete with a pig roasting in the ground and fire dancers, then they’d rounded out the night with a game of BINGO.

Victoria:It’s called BRIDE, and the grandma of the bride beat me by one square for blackout.

Logan:Singing B-R-I-D-E isn’t nearly as fun as B-I-N-G-O.

Victoria:Instead of stickers or even candy, we were given little Barbie high heels to cover the numbers.

Logan:How exactly do you order hundreds of doll shoes?

Victoria:These people are serious about their wedding traditions.

I laughed, and Mel shot me a knowing look in the mirror.

Whoever Victoria’s cousin was marrying reminded me of my ex, Courtney’s, family. They’d had more money than sense, and at the one wedding I attended with her, they’d let live swans out at the reception, which had been at Fenway Park, the home of the groom’s favorite baseball team.

I’d grown up wealthy…for Big Bear. But we had nothing on people like that.

Courtney had added several things to my list, one of which was thatthe woman I married couldn’t bewealthier than me. Not that having a sugar mama wouldn’t be nice for the pocketbook, but Courtney’s behavior had taught me to be wary of super wealthy people and how they treated others. She’d basically given money a bad name. Like in school, when one kid did something dumb and ruined the fun for everyone.

Victoria’s family was full of accountants. Sure, they could potentially be well off, but I doubted they had a money vault that her dad swam in on a regular basis.

“This is a highfalutin place we’re going to,” Mel informed me.

“Is it?” I hadn’t bothered to look up more than the name so I could get a hotel nearby.

“Yeah, big venue. They do all sorts of crazy things.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Once, I saw someone land a helicopter in the street for the departure of the bride and groom.”

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