Page 26 of Until You

A guilty look washed over Lanie’s face, but then it faded. “You sent me ten million texts today, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t get that one.”

“Is he bleeding?” Brittany asked in dismay.

“Brittany,” Holly said, walking up behind them. “I’ve got it covered. Randy, come help your bride back over to the group, but pick up her dress so she doesn’t get grass stains.” Then she glanced up at Tyler’s forehead and grimaced. “Kevin, can you bring over my bag?”

Tyler tried to turn back to see what Kevin was getting, but Lanie grabbed his chin and held him in place.

“Stop. You’re going to bleed on your tux!” she whisper-hissed and gave Holly a worried look. “If Brittany realizes I maimed him, she’s going to kill me. You have to fix this.”

“Maimed?” Tyler asked in confusion. “From a shoe?”

Kevin approached with a small canvas bag. He set it down, pulled out a first-aid box, then removed several packages of gauze.

“Lanie,” he said, ripping the packages. “You release the pressure when I tell you to.”

“But drop the handkerchief in the grass so you don’t get blood on your dress,” Holly added.

Tyler gave Kevin a questioning look, but his friend ignored him as he put a piece of gauze under Holly’s hand.

“I’ve got it,” Kevin said, blocking Tyler’s view of Lanie as he dabbed at the wound.

Tyler flinched. “Shit. That hurts.”

“I bet. I’m pretty sure you need stitches.”

“Stitches? From a shoe?”

Kevin shrugged, and a smirk lit up his eyes.

“No!” Lanie whispered loudly. “He can’t need stitches. Brittany is going to kill me!”

“Brittany?” Tyler asked in disbelief. “I’m the one who’s maimed.”

“Shh!” Lanie waved her hand in dismissal as she turned to Holly. “Do you have any butterfly bandages in that first-aid kit?”

“Probably,” Holly said, picking up the box and examining the contents.

“He’s still going to need stitches,” Kevin said. “And the bandages are going to show in the photos.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake.” Tyler groaned and held out his hand. “Give me a damn mirror.”

Holly gave him a sympathetic look. “I don’t have one.”

Shaking her head, Lanie swiped the screen of her phone. “Here. Use this.” Then she handed it to him, open to the camera app in selfie mode.

He held it up in front of his face, pushing Kevin’s hand away. When he saw the cut, he groaned. Sure enough, there was a half-inch gash, and one part looked fairly deep.

“Well, shit.”

Lanie looked worried when he handed back her phone. “I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for your medical bills, just please don’t act like this is a big deal until we’re done.”

“How do I act like this isn’t a big deal when I’m bleeding to death?”

“Not to mention it’s going to show in the photos,” Kevin reminded them.

“The photographer can Photoshop them out,” Holly said. “Just like Celesta’s mosquito bite.”

“But I—” Tyler started to say before Lanie rolled her eyes and cut him off.

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