Page 101 of Say I'm Yours
On round number three Wyatt starts to show signs of being drunk. Thank God because I’m not faking it that great. By now, I should be on the floor and halfway dead. Nine shots would put me on my ass for a month.
But here I am, being slow, and wobbly off juice.
The air horn blows, and I wait for him to go. I need to appear as if I’m too drunk to get up.
This is so dumb.
Wyatt gets to the table on the other side and grabs his cup. “Come on, Grace! You gonna let a little whiskey slow you down?”
I give it a believable push when I stumble standing and then misstep as I pass him. I hear Wyatt chuckle, and then, thinking he’s won, he throws his drink in the air and screams. The ball flies out, which means he’s lost. All I need to do is bring my cup back.
“You idiot!” Angie slaps him. “If we lose because of this, you’re still getting up with Felicity!”
Wyatt gives her a salute, and I focus on looking drunk. This is a lot harder than I thought. I don’t usually pay attention to what I would do if I was drunk, but from the look on Trent’s face, I need to be more believable.
I get back to the table with my cup and yell. “Ha! I win!” I dance around a little and point at Wyatt. His head is dropped on the picnic table.
Trent’s arms are around me a few seconds later, and he hoists me in the air. “That’s my girl!”
“We beat you!” I point to my family as we celebrate.
“That’s right, suckers!” Trent follows in the taunting.
“Wait a minute,” Angie says as she comes around the table. “I’ve been drunk around you many times. I’ve seen you wasted so badly off five glasses of wine that you couldn’t walk. I’ve seen you after three shots, forgetting how to dance and function. There’s no way.” She swipes the bottle off the table before I can lunge for it. “I knew it!”
“I won!”
“You drank apple juice!”
Presley gasps and covers her mouth. “Grace, I’m shocked.” See, now that’s good acting. I know she’s not actually upset, she’s trying to keep her composure.
“Who swapped the bottles?” Trent asks. When no one pipes up he shrugs and throws his arm in the air. “Well, too bad, we won.”
Mrs. Hennington comes over and slaps Trent’s chest. “Don’t make me put you over my knee. Grace, honey,” her kind eyes hold mine, “why ever would you cheat?”
I can’t lie to her, but this wasn’t how I planned to tell Trent.
“Well,” I say slowly, making it a point to look at everyone. “You all know I can’t drink much and I wanted to win for Trent . . .”
Mama’s eyes narrow. “I don’t believe that.”
“Give me one minute,” I say and rush to the car. I was in charge of getting the cake from Angie. I told her to leave the top blank and I’d fill it in at home. So I did. I figured I would tell Trent first, but it seems it’s not going to work that way.
I grab the cake and pregnancy stick wrapped in a box. I walk over, and place it on the table. Everyone looks at me like I’m a little insane, and I want to strangle my husband for making me cheat.
“So,” I let out a shaky breath. “Today didn’t quite go as I planned, but that’s kind of par for the course with being married to you.”
“You love it.”
“I do,” I agree.
“So, you thought we should have cake?” Trent asks.
“Cake is always a good idea.”
“Well, at least it’s not your nasty black licorice,” Angie says, exaggerating a shudder.
“Why don’t you read the inscription,” I suggest to my husband.
